Flodoardo (advancing a few paces with a bold air, and speaking in a firm voice).—Well, then, Abellino is in my power—is in yours.
All (in confusion and a kind of uproar).—In ours? Merciful heaven! Where is he? Abellino!
Andreas.—Is he dead or living?
Flodoardo.—He still lives.
Gonzaga (hastily).—He lives?
Flodoardo (bowing to the Cardinal respectfully).—He still lives, signor.
Rosabella (pressing Camilla to her bosom). Didst thou hear that, Camilla? Didst thou hear it? The villain still lives. Not one drop of blood has stained the innocent hand of Flodoardo.
The Senator Vitalba.—Signor Contarino, I have won a thousand sequins of you.
Contarino.—So it should seem, signor.
Andreas.—My son, you have bound the Republic to you for ever, and I rejoice that it is to Flodoardo that she is indebted for a service so essential.