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 ?
