Ah! and blind? Not knowing that you now are here again, Where you disrobed to my adoring soul, But thinking that you wait him with fair eyes Of fond expectancy--as once for me! Believing that your breath is beating only With ecstasy for him! (Isotta: He is--but Luzzi!) And I but Giorgione, smiling quean! [ (She turns paler.) But Giorgione, a vassal to your sway? Back to your orgies! and may Venus, goddess Of black adulteries, but not of love, Be with them! May your blood, that I believed Vestal to all but me, run vile with passions As any nymph's of Bacchus! May your body, That I have painted here, be to all time An image of soul-cheating chastity! [ (His words have struck her down--and overwhelm him.) O, I am lost, lost, lost forevermore. [ (Falls into a seat.) Isotta (at length, from the couch, gathering strength). No, I have come for saving, Giorgione. Now I can speak--but there is little time, (Strangely) For Night is coming. Giorgione (startled to questioning). Isotta?

Giorgione Monologue from The Immortal Lure

Rehearse Giorgione's monologue