_Scene._--_A chamber in the Castle, opening on the right to a hall,
curtained on the left from another chamber. In the rear is a window
through which may be seen silvery hills of olive resting under the
late afternoon sun: by it a shrine. Enter the CAPTAIN of the Guard
and a SOLDIER from the Hall._
SOLDIER: There is no more?
CAPTAIN: Not if you understand.
SOLDIER: That do I--every link of it! I've served
Under the bold de Montreal, and he
For stratagems--well, Italy knows him!
CAPTAIN: You must be quick and secret.
SOLDIER: As the end
Of the world!
CAPTAIN: Our duty's with the duke. But then
Antonio has our love.
SOLDIER: That has he! Ah,
That has he!
CAPTAIN: Well, be close. None must escape,
Remember, none be hurt. As for the princess,
We'll hear the chink of ducats with her thanks.
SOLDIER: Madonna save her!--The Judas of a father
Who robs her rest!
CAPTAIN (_looking down the hall_): 'Tis she who comes this way.
So go, and haste. But fail not.
SOLDIER: If I do,
Bury me with a pagan, next a Turk!
(_Goes._
_Enter FULVIA._