Maria. O my Altofront! 150
Pietro. [to Aurelia.] A tyrant’s jealousies
Are very nimble: you receive it all?
Aur. My heart, though not my knees, doth humbly fall
Low as the earth, to thee.
Mal.[574] Peace! next change; no words.
Maria. Speech to such, ay, O, what will affords!
[Cornets sound the measure over again; which danced, they unmask.
Men. Malevole!
[They environ Mendoza, bending their pistols on him.
Mal. No.
Men. Altofront! Duke Pietro![575] Ferneze! ha!