Leonardo at one wing watches the eagerness of Michiella.

The chorus chants to a muted measure of suspense, while Camillo dips pen in ink.
'She is away from me: she scorns me: she is lost to me.

Life without honour is the life of swine.

Union without love is the yoke of savage beasts.

O me miserable! Can the heavens themselves plumb the depth of my degradation ?' Count Orso permits a half-tone of paternal severity to point his kindly hint that time is passing.