Memmo (anxiously).—Go on, for God’s sake!
Contarino.—A knocking was heard at the door; the girl went to inquire the cause. In an instant she returned pale as a corpse, and “Fly! fly!” cried she.
Falieri.—What followed?
Contarino.—Why then followed a whole legion of sbirri and police-officers, and who should be at their head but the Florentine stranger.
All.—Flodoardo? What, Flodoardo?
Contarino.—Flodoardo.
Falieri.—What demon could have guided him thither?
Parozzi.—Hell and furies! Oh, that I had been there.
Memmo.—There, now, Parozzi, you see at least that Flodoardo is no coward.
Falieri.—Hush, let us hear the rest.