We're used to wait the Count Castruccio's pleasure.
Perhaps he may not come!
Fair ladies, will you dance?
(
A dance.)
Each moment gives me hope he may not come.
You stand apart; will you not dance my child?
I am not well. (
Aside.)—Oh, Heaven, he comes!
Enter Castruccio, Cesario, and Attendants.
Welcome, my noble guest!
The chain is round his neck.
Thanks for your courtesy. The fair Bianca!
You're welcome, signor.
The victim, now, is safe within our toils!
You're late, my lord.
I pray your pardon, 'twas no fault of mine!
It was our pride and pleasure to expect.
