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MICHAEL ANGELO, at the door.

“How like a Saint or Goddess she appears!
Diana or Madonna, which I know not,
In attitude and aspect formed to be
At once the artist’s worship and despair!”

VITTORIA.

“Welcome, Maestro. We were waiting for you.”

MICHAEL ANGELO.

“I met your messenger upon the way.
And hastened hither.”

VITTORIA.

“It is kind of you
To come to us, who linger here like gossips
Wasting the afternoon in idle talk.
These are all friends of mine and friends of yours.”

MICHAEL ANGELO.