Where's Messer Giorgione? Ho! Ho, ho!
[Gigia hurries out.
Giorgione (after a pause, calling). Aretino!
Aretino.Ai, light of ladies' eyes!
And with him a better! Shall we sing for entrance?
(Begins)—A wench I had,
But where is she—?
A-ho!
Old Gigia, is it? Then we come apace,
[Enters leeringly with Titian.
Like satyrs to the piping of Adonis!
[With irony.
A health to you, O heaven-born of Venice!
[To Bellini.
And to you, glorious dauber of Madonnas!
But, bah! the smell of melancholy! Come,
What is it? The tale is out about the maid?
And therefore tears?
[Laughs.