He's in the tent there.
Jacopo. Is the substance down?
I write—"The vanguard beaten and both wings
In full retreat, Tiburzio prisoner"—
And now,—" That they fell back and formed again
On Lucca's coming." Why then, after all,
'Tis half a victory, no conclusive one?
Puc. Two operations where a sole had served.
Jac. And Luria's fault was—?
Puc. Oh, for fault—not much!