ACT III.
SCENE I.
Enter Fiordelisa, from R.
FIORDELISA (pressing her hands to her temples).
Where am I? What has happened? let me think!
Those men!—that blinding veil,—the fresh night air
That struck upon my face! Then a wild struggle,
In strong and mastering arms! Then a long blank!
I must have fainted; when I woke I lay
On a rich couch in that room. Has he brought me
Into the very danger that he said
He came to take me from? Oh, cruel! No;
Falsehood could ne'er have found such words, such looks.
Father!—oh, when he comes and finds me gone!
I must go hence!
[Looking round.] That door!—
[She runs to side entrance, L.] 'T is locked!
[Shaking door.] Help! help!
How dare they draw their bolts on me! My father
Shall punish them for this! I will go forth!
[Shakes door again; the door opens from without.
At last!—Whoe'er you are, sir, help me hence!
[Enter Manfredi, L.