Lur. There are so many ways, Domizia warns me,
And one with half the power that I possess,
—Grows very formidable! Do you doubt?
Why, first, who holds the army ...
Dom. While we talk,
Morn wears; we keep you from your proper place,
The field.
Lur. Nay, to the field I move no more;
My part is done, and Puccio's may begin:
I cannot trench upon his province longer