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.
FIORDELISA.
Stand off!
[He pursues her; she flies.
Help! Help! [Running to the C. door.
A door! ha!
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?
TORELLI.
My lord, the Duchess is returned.
