Florio, Florio—Olivia lies!
Her beauty floods the very room with light—
You are deceived most horribly!
Olivia
Command that woman hence;
She is the source and cause of all our ill.
Florio
What does this mean? My soul is sick to death!
Violante
I tell you, Florio, that she lies to you.
[To Lizzia.]
Tell him the truth, old woman, and beware,
As you have fear of Hell, belief in God,
And hope of Heaven, to perjure not your soul!
Lizzia [at first frightened and irresolute, then quietly determined.]