Ha! You took her out of the carriage. You led her away. I know you again. Where is she? Speak, wretch.
BATTISTA.
Are these your thanks?
CLAUDIA.
Oh, if you merit thanks (in a mild tone), forgive me, worthy man. Where is she? Let me no longer be deprived of her. Where is she?
BATTISTA.
She could not be more safe, were she in heaven.--My master, here, will conduct you to her. (Observes that some people are beginning to follow Claudia.) Back there! Begone! (Exit, driving them away.)
Scene VIII.
Claudia, Marinelli.