YOUNG DUCHESS (without turning).
He feels the play's charm. Hush.
DUCHESS DOWAGER (whispering)
Come Ferdinand, you are faint. Come with me.
DUKE (whispering)
Nay, mother. It will pass. Only a certain oppression at the heart, I was once subject to. Let us be still.
Song (repeats)
Only we'll live awhile, as children play,
Without to-morrow, without yesterday.
A few bars of ritornello after the song.
DUCHESS DOWAGER (whispering)