(To the rest—rising:)

Shall we depart, that he may still indite them?
"To Laura—On the Vanity of Passion"?
"To Laura—Unrelenting"?
"To Laura—Whose Departing Darkens the Sky"?

(Laughs.)

"To Laura—Who Deigns Not a Single Tear"?

(Orso enters.)

Shall we depart?

Lello. Peace! Sancia.

Sancia.Ah-ha!

(Moves away.)

Petrarca (still tensely—to Orso). Speak.