It's now past midbright!
Ist Fiddler
(rapping Lute Player on the head with his bow)
Get up! I say, get up!
(All the musicians rise and arrange themselves on the
terrace remaing in sight)
Isabella
(awaking, miles and looks up at Filippo)
My handsome Filippo!
Filippo
I hope youebeted well, and sweetly dreamed!
Isabella
Yet was it all a dream, Filippo?
Filippo
I really do not know!
(the Iusicians play)
Oh cease! Enough! I have already told you, the feast is
over!
Get you to your houses -- all of you, all!
(looks at Isabella and Lucrezia carelessly, Lucrezian
has waken and fits on steps of Alcove and looks at
Filippo)
Isabella
Do you send us away? In the middle of the night?
So young, and art wearied so soon,
Where should we go at such an hour?
Musicians
(erning ready to go)
Good night, honored Master! Mary thanks! Good night! Good
night!
Filippo
(to the Iusicians)
You should certainly know, where
Joyous company may still be found, tonight. lead
These maidens there.