ROSA. Speak lower! some one is coming through the gallery.
LEONORA (alarmed). Ha! 'Tis Fiesco—let us hasten away—the sight of me might for a moment interrupt his happiness. (She hastens into a side apartment; the maids follow.)
SCENE IL
GIANETTINO DORIA, masked, in a green cloak, and the MOOR, enter in conversation.
GIANETTINO. Thou hast understood me!
MOOR. Well——
GIANETTINO. The white mask——
MOOR. Well——
GIANETTINO. I say, the white mask——
MOOR. Well—well—well——