Accept your charge, as Braccio's heretofore,
And tender homage by obeying you! [Jacopo goes.
Lur. Another!—Luria goes not poorly forth.
If we could wait! The only fault 's with time;
All men become good creatures: but so slow!
(Enter Domizia.)
Lur. Ah, you once more?
Dom. Domizia, whom you knew,
Performed her task, and died with it. 'T is I,
Another woman, you have never known.