God help me—she is surpassingly—ugly!
[Returning Violante glare for glare.]
Her ugliness—!
[Breaking down, she goes to altar and drops on knees before it.]
Florio
Go, Violante!
Violante
I could curse God for this!
[Violante staggers toward the great black curtain in doorway, where she supports herself by clinging to it.]
Florio