ORSO (to Camilla).

'What is thy purpose with us?--say !'

CAMILLA (lowly).
'Unto my Father I have crossed
For tidings of my Mother lost.'

ORSO.
'Thy mother dead!'

CAMILLA.
'She lives!'

MICHIELLA.
'Thou liest!
The tablets of the tomb defiest!
The Fates denounce, the Furies chase
The wretch who lies in Reason's face.'

CAMILLA.
'Fly, then; for we are match'd to try
Which is the idiot, thou or I'

MICHIELLA.
Graceless Camilla!'

ORSO
'Senseless girl!
I cherished thee a precious pearl,