Pietro. And his senses—are they right again?
Ben. Why, as he believes father Cœlestino to be a saint, I should rather suppose, that they must still be very wrong indeed.
Pietro. Perhaps that friar, who twice this morning has inquired at the palace whether the viceroy was arrived, is the bearer of some message from Venoni?
Ben. Very likely, very likely! and therefore, Pietro, should that friar call again——
Carlo. (appearing at the balcony of the palace) Benedetto, Benedetto! the gallies, the gallies!
Ben. Indeed! are you sure? yes, yes, yes, I hear the music! (shouting without) and hark, Teresa! hark! the mob are huzzaing like——bless my heart, I shall certainly expire at his feet for joy! they come! oh! look, look, look!
[A marine procession arrives—the viceroy lands from the state-galley, accompanied by the grandees of Messina, who conduct him to the palace gate, and take their leaves of him respectfully. While the grandees, &c. retire, Benedetto and the servants pay their homage to the viceroy, who receives them graciously. Teresa and the rest then busy themselves in taking charge of the baggage, and retire into the palace. The viceroy motions to Benedetto to remain.]
Viceroy. (to the servants, as they go off) Farewell, my friends, and for your own sakes take good care of yonder chests; part of their contents will convince you, that during my absence your fidelity and attachment have still been present to my recollection. Exeunt Teresa and servants.
Ben. Ay! ay! just the same kind master! ever attentive to others!
Vice. And without the attention of others, how could I exist myself? good Benedetto, in imparting pleasure we receive it in return: to make ourselves beloved is to make ourselves happy; and never can others love that man, who is not capable himself of loving others.