Tullia.
Thou who speakest thus, thou who knowest that love inflameth men's hearts, art not so simple as I thought.
Ottavia.
Am I totally ignorant of what Caviceo's eyes, brow, in a word, his whole countenance so often told me, even though he were silent? I was indeed truly surprised at the unwonted fire of his kisses, when he made free with me eight days ago; I know but too well what that ardour and fire meant.
Tullia.
Thy mother was absent? thou wast alone? thou wast not at all afraid of him?
Ottavia.
My mother was gone out; but what was to be feared from him? Of course I feared naught.
Tullia.
All he asked was kisses?
Ottavia.
On the contrary, the fool took them against my will, brandishing his glowing tongue between my lips.
Tullia.
What sensation came over thee, then?
Ottavia.
I shall acknowledge it: some heat or other
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