of Acheron? Come, let us to a tavern! (All six go toward the gate.)
SENTINELS (calling out loudly). Back!--Back!
ZENT. Death and the Devil! We are caught!
ZIBO. My sword shall open a passage!-----
ASSERATO. Put it up! The Count's a man of honour.
ZIBO. We are sold! betrayed!--The comedy was a bait, and we're caught in a trap.
ASSERATO. Heaven forbid! And yet I tremble for the event.
The former--VERRINA, SACCO, and NOBLES.
SENTINELS. Who goes there?
VERRINA. Friends of the house. (Seven NOBLES enter with him.)
ZIBO. These are his confidants. Now all will be ex plained.
SACCO (in conversation with VERRINA). 'Tis as I told you Lascaro is on guard at the St. Thomas' Gate, the best officer of Doria, and blindly devoted to him.
VERRINA. I'm glad of it.
ZIBO (to VERRINA). Verrina, you come opportunely to clear up the mystery.
VERRINA. How so? What mean you?
ZENT. We are invited to a comedy.
VERRINA. Then we are going the same way.
ZENT. (impatiently). Yes--the way of all flesh. You see the doors are guarded.--Why guard the doors?
ZIBO. Why these sentinels?
ZENT. We stand here like criminals beneath the gallows.
VERRINA. The Count will come himself.
ZENT. 'Twere well if he came a little faster. My patience begins to fail. (All the NOBLES walk up and down in the back-ground.)
BOURG. (coming out of the palace, to VERRINA). How goes it in the harbour?
VERRINA. They're all safe on board.
BOURG. The palace is full of soldiers.
VERRINA. 'Tis almost nine.
BOURG. The Count is long in coming.