Olivia
His must be the first eyes that look on me.
Violante
Ah, so you trust that you, with fond deceit,
May find some magic way to cozen him?
Lizzia [with great emotion]
Go, Lady—I see darkness in the air,
I thrill to some strange horror, yet unguessed....
Go, Lady Violante, I pray you, go!
[Lizzia lifts arras in back for Violante's exit. Violante does not move from where she stands.]
Violante [persistently, to Olivia]
Woman it is your beauty that he loved,
And that alone ... just as he loves a flower
Or sunset.... That gone, lo, his love is gone!
Olivia