Venoni. Benvolio! friend! he is gone! how abruptly did I quit him! how ungratefully have I repaid his kindness! ah, whither is my reason fled! he said—I was in danger! in danger? and what then have I left to fear? what have I still left to lose? my life? oh, I were happy—too, too happy—if the moment of parting with it were even now arrived!
Enter father Michael, with a dark lantern; which he afterwards just opens to observe Venoni, and having ascertained his person, closes it again looking round cautiously.
Mi. (in a low, hurried voice) That voice could be none but his. Venoni! answer! is it thou, Venoni?
Venoni. Who speaks? ha! father Michael?
Mi. (closing the lantern) I sought you—I must speak with you—I must save you!
Venoni. Save me?
Mi. The viceroy has been here: was he admitted?
Venoni. He was—I saw him.
Mi. Mentioned he a letter?
Venoni. He did.