Queen. Unhappy girl,
What have you to confess?
Princess of Eboli. Angel of light!
Pure being! Yet you know not—you suspect not
The demon whom you smile upon so sweetly.
Now learn to know him. I—I was the felon
Who robbed your casket.
Queen. You?
Princess of Eboli. And who delivered
That letter to the king.
Queen. You?
Princess of Eboli. And who dared
Accuse you.
Queen. You—you could——
Princess of Eboli. Revenge—love—madness—
I hated you—I loved the prince.
Queen. You loved him?
Princess of Eboli. I told him of my passion—and I found
No answering love.