Mar. Where is this serenading rascal? If I find him, I'll make him an example to all midnight caterwaulers, of which this fidler is the loudest.
Ben. O that I durst but play my tune out, to convince him! Soul of harmony! Is this lewd?
[Plays and sings softly.
Cam. Peace, dear Benito: We must flatter him.
Ben. [singing softly.] Mettez le tête: The notes which follow are so sweet, sir, I must sing them, though it be my ruin—Parler d'amour.
[Laura and Violetta in the Balcony.
Lau. Yes, we are safe, sister; but they are yet in danger.
Vio. They are just upon them.
Lau. We must do something: Help, help! thieves, thieves! we shall be murdered.
Mar. Where? Where are they?
Lau. Here, sir, at our chamber-door, and we are run into the balcony for shelter: Dear uncle, come and help us.
Mar. Back again quickly: I durst have sworn they had been in the garden. 'Tis an ignis fatuus, I think, that leads us from one place to another.
[Exit Mario, and Servants.