CHARLES: Ah!
FULVIA: Changed sudden as the sea when cometh storm.
CHARLES: I had forgot--forgot!--the sun!--the sea!
The sea!--Antonio!--The cliff--the surf!
The shroud and funeral fury of the waves!
FULVIA: Be calm.
CHARLES (_rising excitedly_): I'll stay it! Cecco, our fleetest
foot!
A rain of ducats if he shall outspeed
This doom on us. More! more! a flood of them,
If he----
FULVIA (_drawing him to his chair_): Be patient--calm.
CHARLES: I--I--remember,
'Tis night!
FULVIA: Yes, night.
CHARLES: The sun's no more! It hath
Gone down beyond all mercy and recall.
FULVIA: Beyond?--Ah!
CHARLES (_quickly_): Fulvia?
FULVIA: 'Tis hard to think!
CHARLES: You utter and he seemeth still of life.
FULVIA: He was a child in mimic mail clad out
When first this threshold poured its welcome to me.
CHARLES: Softly you muse it, and call to your eyes
No quailing nor a flame of execration!
You do not burst out on me? from me do
Not shrink as from an executioner?
FULVIA: I am a woman who in tears came to
Your strength, in tears depart.
CHARLES: And will not judge?
But fear me--fear, and flee?--You shall not go!