Wed this voice to the poetry, and it finds passage 'twixt your ribs, as on the point of a driven blade.

Do I cry the sweetness and the coolness of my melons?
Not I! Try them." The signorina put her hand out for the scroll he was unfolding, and cast her eyes along bars of music, while Agostino called a "Silenzio tutti!" She sang one verse, and stopped for breath.
Between her dismayed breathings she said to the Chief:--"Believe me, signore, I can be trusted to sing when the time comes." "Sing on, my blackbird--my viola!" said Agostino.

"We all trust you.
Look at Colonel Corte, and take him for Count Orso.

Take me for pretty Camillo.

Take Marco for Michiela; Giulio for Leonardo; Carlo for Cupid.
Take the Chief for the audience.