Violante
You have no pity on me?...
You see
How humbly I've become....
Florio
To pity you, Lady, would be cruel to her!...
In a month you will be glad.
Violante
You have slain me, Florio!
Florio
Farewell, Violante!
[Violante affects to go. But she stops quickly at large door in back and reënters on tiptoe. Florio withdraws to his study again, after listening for a moment.]
Lizzia [reëntering]