[shame burns her up from the inside when he spurns her again, and it is a spark lighting the fuse of her temper. Lucrezia pulls her hands back from Cesare and immediately rises to her feet, takes two steps towards the door as though intending to yank it open and leave, then changes her mind. she whips back around to face him instead, fuming.]

What's come over me? What's come over you? This--[she doesn't sputter, because sputtering is unladylike, and she is a lady,]--performance of concern for my virtue after the deed has already been done surely can't be for my benefit.