Enter Flavia running.
Fla. O my Lord, your daughter——
Pier. Ay, ay, my daughter’s safe enough, I warrant thee.— 260
This vengeance on the boy will lengthen out
My days unmeasuredly.
It shall be chronicled in time to come,
Piero Sforza slew Andrugio’s son.
Fla. Ay, but, my Lord, your daughter——
Pier. Ay, ay, my good wench, she is safe enough.
Fla. O, then, my Lord, you know she’s run away.
Pier. Run away, away! how run away?
Fla. She’s vanish’d in an instant, none knows whither.
Pier. Pursue, pursue, fly, run, post, scud away! 270
Feli. [Sings.] “And was not good king Salomon,” &c.