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With that same lute he play'd upon so featly,
S'death that a man should be a catgut twanger,
Be led so by the nose—Serassi, too,
As brave a gentleman as e'er drew breath,
Slain the same luckless night.
 Cali. If we could find
This page you talk of—
 Orsi. Aye, sir, there I grant you—
If we could find him; but he shot from sight,
Swift as a star—and from the stars he fell
To make this mischief I believe; but come, sir,
I'll travel with you Venice thro' and thro',
But to this mystery I'll find some clue.      [Exeunt, l.
END OF ACT II.

ACT III.

SCENE I.—An Apartment at Olympia's.

Enter Montano with a Servant, r.
 Mont. How doth the Countess?
 Serv. She doth rave, sir, still.
Calls on the Marquis, and Count Ugolino:—
Then mentions you, my lord,—anon, she sings,
Then bursts into a laugh, so horrid wild,
My heart doth bleed to hear her.
 Mont. Ill starr'd lady!
There is no skill I fear, can aid thee,
No respite from thy woes, but in the grave!
May not I see her?
 Serv. If you should, my lord,
Indeed you would repent it, 'tis a sight
So piteous, that my duty, but excepted,
No other thing could force me to't.
 Mont. Thou hast a faithful and a kindly heart there's for thee.
      [Gives purse.
I pray thee friend, let me hear constantly,
How her disorder doth proceed.
 Serv. I shall, sir.
 Mont. I do much doubt if nature long can bear
The fierceness of the struggle. Farewell, friend.
      [Exeunt Monteno l. Servant, r.

SCENE II.—A mean Apartment.

Enter Angelica, r.
 Ange. A murderer! O, miserable man!
The measure of thy guilt is full, and thou,
Wretched Angelica, must love him still.