Subito! Subito! Vengo, Signore! Vengo!
[PIKE at same time rapidly wipes his hands on a rag, puts on his hat, cuffs, and coat, which have been lying on the seat.]
MARIANO
[running on, flustered]
Corpo de St. Costanzo! Non posso essere dapertutto allo stesso tempo. Vengo, vengo!
[He hastens to the gates with his [pg 088] key, unfastening busily. Meanwhile PIKE lights a cigar.]
MARIANO
Ecco!
[Throws open gates and falls back in astonishment.]
Dio mio!