Now bear your part—continue the deceit.
Olivia [in a frightened voice]
I know he loves me. Yet a little while
And I will draw my veil!
[Another groan. Olivia starts forward again.]
Oh, I cannot!
Violante [mocking]
I knew you would not dare!
[Again Olivia stops still.
Now, after a long pause, during which death processions are heard to pass, the arras over the smaller doorway is slowly put aside. Florio enters, swaying. He holds his cloak about his brow.]
Florio