Olivia
Florio, my Florio—draw down your arm....
No longer need you fear to look on me—
It was a test, my love, a cruel test!
[She draws aside her veil, the other women in back of her, Florio obliquely in front. Her face is seen to be one of surpassing loveliness.
Florio, groaning, keeps his face cloaked and does not speak.]
Olivia
Look, my beloved, or I shall go mad!
[Olivia tugs at his arm. He lowers it. He exposes a sightless face.]
Lizzia [breaking in on the awful pause].
Self-blinded, my poor master!
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