[Also goes to Valentinus, speaking to him apart.] Think you that my wife will expect impossible deeds of me, mistaking me for a god?
Valentinus.
Fear not! That danger will be prevented by the miracle of marriage!
[All take places at the tables, reclining on the couches that servants have brought. Musicians begin a prelude on flute, lyre, and harp. Suddenly Quartilla starts up, lifting a hand for silence.]
Quartilla.
Oh, listen! [There is a general hush.] My dove ... my dove has found its mate!