Go, lest I strike you!
Violante
Poor, fond, believing child—
Now I would not have you test his love!
Olivia [stirred]
By all the saints, I'll put him to the test!...
[As Violante steps closer to her]
Nay, I'll not let you look upon my face....
He must, as I have vowed, look on it first,
Nor will I break that vow—[Her vanity conquering]
But lift yon mirror
And you shall look in it and see me there
Reflected!...
[Violante lifts mirror so she and Lizzia can see reflection.]
Olivia [with simplicity]
Keep your backs so!