Oh, Florio, what is this that I have done!
[Olivia has dropped slowly back, stricken dumb with voiceless terror. Her throat works convulsively with a scream which now rushes forth.
Florio falls to his knees, again covering his face and bowing his head. Olivia comes and kneels, grief-stricken, beside him, putting one arm about him in support.]
Olivia [sobbing]
There is ... no one ... that's ... uglier ... than I!
Florio [convulsively]
You were the glory of the world, Olivia!...
And now ... your beauty ... that is ... dead ... will always be ... to me ...
The glory of ... the world!... forever and forever!...
Olivia
Oh, if you could but see my ugliness—
I think there's nothing like it in the world!
O God, why did I not die an hour ago!
Violante [crazed anew with jealousy]