Princess S. Ah, we are lost!
(The bells of the city begin to ring)
Max. You hear?
The bells! The enemy has raised the siege!
O joyous news!
Princess S. No, no, your majesty.
That is the traitor’s signal of success.
Oh Heaven!
Max. What madness! ’T is impossible!
Princess S. Those bells proclaim that every Imperial post
Is in a Liberal’s command. We’re lost!
(Enter citizens and soldiers in confusion)
1st Cit. What mean the bells?
2d Cit. That Escobedo ’s fled!
3d Cit. Marquez has come!