Stopping in front of the veiled figure, she says: 'Why is it thou wearest the black veil at my nuptials ?' 'Because my time of mourning is not yet ended.' 'Thou standest the shadow in my happiness.' 'The bright sun will have its shadow.' 'I desire that all rejoice this day.' 'My hour of rejoicing approaches.' 'Wilt thou unveil ?' 'Dost thou ask to look the storm in the face ?' 'Wilt thou unveil ?' 'Art thou hungry for the lightning ?' 'I bid thee unveil, woman!' Michiella's ringing shriek of command produces no response.
'It is she!' cries Michiella, from a contracted bosom; smiting it with clenched hands.
'Swift to the signatures.

O rival! what bitterness hast thou come hither to taste.' Camilla sings aside: 'If yet my husband loves me and is true.' Count Orso exclaims: 'Let trumpets sound for the commencement of the festivities.

The lord of his country may slumber while his people dance and drink!' Trumpets flourish.

Witnesses are called about the table.

Camillo, pen in hand, prepares for the supreme act.