By yielding to my prayers to be set free,—
To be sent home. Oh, let me but go hence
As I came hither; I will speak to none
Of this night's outrage,—even to my father.
MANFREDI.
Ask anything but this.
FIORDELISA.
Nothing but this!
You have a wife, my lord; what if she knew?
MANFREDI.
The more need to take care that you tell her not!
Come, little one, give up these swelling looks,
Though they become you mightily.
[Approaching her.
FIORDELISA.
Stand off!
[He pursues her; she flies.
Help! Help! [Running to the C. door.
A door! ha!
[She forces it open, rushes in, and closes it violently.
MANFREDI (locking it outside).
Deeper in the toils!
[Laughs.] The lamb seeks shelter in the wolf's own den.
TORELLI (at L. door outside).
My lord!
MANFREDI (unlocks the door).
Torelli's voice! How now, Torelli?
[Enter Torelli, L.
TORELLI.
My lord, the Duchess is returned.