HELENA: Child!--Ah, a moment's dread
Brings age on us!--If not by gentleness,
Then by that love that women bear to men,
By happiness too fleeting to tread earth,
I pray you tell the fear your heart so hides!
FULVIA: You are the guest of Charles di Tocca.
HELENA: Guest?
Ah, guests are bidden, not commanded.--Where,
Where can Antonio be gone. All day
No token, quieting!
FULVIA: Antonio, girl?
Antonio?--Is it true?
_Re-enter CHARLES._
CHARLES: So eager?--Truth
Has brewed more tears than lies. But, Fulvia,
Why doth it mated with Antonio's name
Wring thus your troubled hands?