O-hé! who's here! I come from Signor Osio!
[Sees Marina.
The little Sicilian? Luck then is my slave!
[Going to her.
Well, pretty fig! my little red pomegranate!
My fair forbidden fruit—pluckt in the moon!
I've come ... (stopped by her mien) But,
Blood of the Holy Sepulchre!
[Looks around uncertainly.
What thing has happened here?