Vain, all!...
(Casts them away.)
But Lello comes! and brings me Sancia!
Filippa! merry Filippa and Sancia!
We'll drink!—wine of Rocella!
Wine of the Rhine! Bielna! San Porciano!—
And kiss!
(Throws back his head.)
Kiss with the lips of life and not of ...
(A knell has begun to beat from the church without. He hears it, and, awed, sinks, crossing himself, to the couch.)
(Gherardo, exalted, shudders.)
Gherardo. It is the knell of Matteo Banista,
Whose soul is gone for its licentious days[13]
Upon steep purgatory.
(Prepares to go.)
Your sin be on you ... and it will.