He mounts for speed. He rides to Monreale.
Mar. Now we shall see. Nay, nay: he turns to the left.
He’s for Palermo: and ’tis he, ’tis he,
Giovanni.
Enter the Brigand with a letter.
Brig. A letter for the lady, from the captain.
[Gives and stands aside.
Mar. Give’t me. I faint. Lucia, take it, read it.
Look! Read it me. I cannot see. The letters dance.
Lu. (reading).