Cuts like a knife. When I essay to think Of what hath passed to-day, my sick hrain reels. The letter I rememher, bat all since Floats in a mist of horror, and I grasp No actual form. Did I not wander forth ? A mob surrounded me. All Naples knew My downfall, and the street was paved with eyes That stared into my souL Then friendly hands Guided me hither. When I woke, I felt As though a stone had rolled from off my brain. But still this nightmare bides the truth. I know They watch me, they suspect me. I will wait Till the whole household sleep, and then steal forth. Nor unavenged return.

ACT V.

SCENE I.

A Boom in Don Tommaso's House, AmaocA discovered, attired in mourning, Enter Doir Tommaso.

DON TOMMASO.

If he still live, now shall we hear of him. The news I learn will lure him from his covert^ Where'er it lie, to pardon or avenge.

ANNICCA (eagerly).

What news ? What cheer, Tommaso ?