Luit. My friend, they 're on my trace; they 'll have me—now!
They 're round him, busy with him: soon they 'll find
He 's past their help, and then they 'll be on me!
Chiappino, save Eulalia! I forget ...
Were you not bound for ...
Ch. Lugo?
Luit. Ah—yes—yes!
That was the point I prayed of him to change.
Well, go—be happy! Is Eulalia safe?
They 're on me!