Leoncio.
Better far to follow now,
For if fitting cause allow,
We may serve him by-and-by.
[Here enters Marquino, clad with a black robe of wide glazed buckram, and black flowing hair; his feet unshod, and at his girdle he must carry, so as to be seen, three phials full of water, one black, another tinged with saffron, the last clear; in the one hand a lance, black-lacquered, and in the other a book. Milvio accompanies him, and as they advance, Leoncio and Morandro stand at one side.
Marquino.
Where say'st thou, Milvio, lies the luckless youth?
Milvio.
Within this sepulchre interred he lies.
Marquino.