Mar. The men are caught, Lucia; all goes well.
There’s none to steal Giovanni from me now.
We go to Rome. But first I must see Manuel.
Lu. I pray he take all kindly.
Mar.I fear him not.
Giovanni promised, should this venture fail,
To sail to Rome.
Lu.And I? shall I to Rome?
Mar. See, see! who is it, that gallops down the hill?
Why, ’tis Giovanni!