Maronis.
[Enters running, at the door.] Tulla ... I heard Tulla who cried out! Has aught befallen Tulla?
Valentinus.
It is nothing! Take her where she may rest awhile!
Maronis.
Come, then, my honeysuckle-sprig! Come with Maronis!
Quartilla.
[Entering, with a bird-cage.] We bought the dove! Oh, is my sister ill? I’ll give it to her to cheer her! [Follows after Tertulla who is being led off by Maronis.]
Tertulla.
[Breaks from Maronis, returns to Valentinus. Whispers.] Faunus ... you’ll seek him, and plead with him for me?