35.
Tito
Shall we poor wretches have the luck, to spend the last even-
ing of our miserable lives
Antonio
Lives of shirking and wanted days.
Tito
At the table of the brilliant Filippo, and die by the side of
such an incomparable voet!
Antonic
Tune up dear flute, fill me with the lute’s sweet music.
(musie heard)
Filippo
What my modest house such noble guess can offer
Is willingly and quickly given.
(aside while entering the door)
Has all this come too late? No? It's at the right moment!
The coming hour s
It has come soon enough.
Expectation runs riot in my venis,
And with joy I’ll have my fill.
(goes into house)
Antonio
Shall we follow him, my dearest Isabella?
Isabella
What do you want with me?
ANTONIO
Isabella! Your loving Antonio offers you his arm.
Isabella
Will no one rid me of this drinken forl?
Tito
Lucrezia?
Lucrezia
And who are you?
Tito
Who am I, Lucrezia?