[She stops again hearing sounds at the gate, then is startled to paleness by the voice of Matteo; and as she listens a stern strong determination takes her.
Matteo.
Basta! am I to pass! son of a dog!
Snout of a swine! knave! door-bestriding fool!
Have I not matters to her from my master,
To the Signora, from her husband's brother?
[A scuffle.
The Devil's scullion feed you
On flame, until your liver shrivels black!
[He has pushed past and enters the Hall insolently.