Enter Benito, and overhears the last speech.
Ben. Cappari; that is the voice of madam Laura. Now, Benito, is the time to repair the lost honour of thy wit, and to blot out the last adventure of the nunnery.
Vio. That way I hear company; let us go about by this other street, and shun them.
Ben. That voice I know too; 'tis the younger sister's, Violetta's, Now have these two most treacherously conveyed themselves out of the nunnery, for my master and Camillo, and given up their persons to those lewd rascals in masquerade; but I'll prevent them. Help there! thieves and ravishers! villainous maskers! stop, robbers! stop, ravishers!
Cam. We are pursued that way, let's take this street.
Lau. Save yourselves, and leave us.
Cam. We'll rather die, than leave you.
Enter, at several doors, Duke of Mantua and Guards, and Don Mario and Servants, with Torches.
Aur. So, now the way is shut up on both sides. We'll die merrily, however:—have at the fairest.
[Aurelian and Camillo fall upon the Duke's Guards, and are seized behind by Mario's Servants. At the drawing of Swords, Benito runs off.
Duke. Are these insolencies usually committed in Rome by night? It has the fame of a well-governed city; and methinks, Don Mario, it does somewhat reflect on you to suffer these disorders.