Friedrich Schiller,
Fiesco; or, the Genoese Conspiracy…
“ Poor husband! Here, a blooming beauty smiles upon him—there he is nauseated by a peevish sensibility. Signora, signora, for God's sake consider, if he have not lost his understanding, which will he choose? LEONORA (offering her a cup of chocolate) . You, madam—if he have lost it. JULIA. Good! This sting shall return into your own bosom. Tremble for your mockery! But before you tremble—blush! LEONORA. Do you then know what it is to blush, signora? But why not? 'Tis a toilet trick. JULIA. Oh, see! This poor creature must be provoked if one would draw from her a spark of wit. ”
