Lizzia [agonized]
My little children, you must not do this thing!
Love is too high a gift to play with so.
God only has the right to put the heart
Of man to trial!
Violante [to Lizzia]
Will you be quiet, old woman!
Olivia [to Lizzia]
I would not hold him if he only loved
My beauty, and not me. The test is just....
Violante [to Lizzia]
Go you, inform him of her return....
But tell him that that flower which was her face
Is shriveled up and lean as any hag's.
Lizzia
Now God forbid I should deceive him so!