Ben. Coming, coming! .Exit.
Te. Well, there is one thing that seems to me very strange; Benedetto has certainly an excellent understanding—and yet he isn’t always of my opinion—now that appears to me quite unaccountable. (going)
Father Michael rushes in out of breath.
Mi. Heaven be praised! then I am arrived at last.
Te. A friar! your business, father?
Mi. Tis with the viceroy; good daughter, lead me to him this instant.
Te. This instant? oh, mercy on me, you can’t see him tonight, if you’d give your eyes.
Mi. I must, I tell you! I must! my business is of such importance, that—
Enter Benedetto.
Ben. Why, Teresa! dawdling here, while the maids— Exit Teresa.