Has she come? Is she here?... Go, Violante—
Go, leave us two alone!
Violante
She walked as one bewitched in a dream.
She seemed to fear.... I bade her wait without....
Florio, could it be true you loved this woman?
Florio
Has all the brightness fallen from her eyes,
The glory and the wonder from her face?
Violante
She lives! How few have had the plague and lived!
Florio
Alas, woe, woe is me!
Violante [triumphantly, to Olivia]