By leaning forward, may discerrn his face.
[Rises, goes to the window; looks out]
Nothing; the sky is covered with a cloud,
The moon's obscured and all the stars are dead.
[Cries, as though hailing someone]
Lorenzo, ho Lorenzo! Are you there?
I heard your singing. I am come, old friend.
[Listens; then to himself]
What's over there? I thought a shadow stirred.
There, over there! Beneath Piero's wall.