Picking himself up as quickly as possible he seizes his big sword, which has dropped from the valet's hand, and waving it triumphantly says with stem emphasis, "Now Leander's fate is sealed! There is but one way for him to escape certain death.

He must emigrate to some distant planet.

If he be sufficiently fool-hardy to remain on this globe I will find him, no matter in what distant land he strives to hide himself, and transfix him with this good sword--unless indeed he be first turned to stone by the terrible Medusa-like power of my eye." In spite of all that he has witnessed, the obstinate old father still feels unbounded faith in Matamore's valour, and persists in his lamentable intention to bestow the hand of his fair daughter upon this magnificent hero.

Poor Isabelle bursts into tears, and declares that she prefers the convent to such a fate.

Zerbine loudly swears that this marriage shall never take place, and tries to console her weeping mistress.