Enter Alberto, running.
Alb. O, black accursèd fate! Antonio’s drown’d.
Pier. Speak, on thy faith, on thy allegiance, speak.
Alb. As I do love Piero, he is drown’d.
Ant. [Aside.] In an inundation of amazement. 200
Mel. Ay, is this the close of all my strains in love?
O me most wretched maid!
Pier. Antonio drown’d! how? how? Antonio drown’d!
Alb. Distraught and raving, from a turret’s top
He threw his body in the swollen sea,
And as he headlong topsy turvy ding’d[301] down,
He still cried “Mellida!”
Ant. [Aside.] My love’s bright crown!
Mel. He still cried “Mellida"!