I can see naught Except the painted angels on the ceiling.
Vittoria! speak! What is it?
Answer me!-- She only smiles, and stretches out her hands.
[The mirror falls and breaks.
VITTORIA.
Not disobedient to the heavenly vision! Pescara! my Pescara! [Dies.
JULIA.
Holy Virgin! Her body sinks together,--she is dead! [Kneels and hides her face in Vittoria's lap.
Enter MICHAEL ANGELO.
JULIA.
Hush! make no noise.
MICHAEL ANGELO.
How is she?
JULIA.
Never better.
MICHAEL ANGELO.
Then she is dead! JULIA.
Alas! yes, she is dead! Even death itself in her fair face seems fair.
How wonderful! The light upon her face Shines from the windows of another world.
Saint only have such faces.

Holy Angels! Bear her like sainted Catherine to her rest! [Kisses Vittoria's hand..