SCENE II.

_Palermo. A Grove near the Palace._

_Enter_ ADORNI.

_Ador._ He undergoes my challenge, and contemns it, And threatens me with the late edict made 'Gainst duellists,--the altar cowards fly to. But I, that am engaged, and nourish in me A higher aim than fair Camiola dreams of, Must not sit down thus. In the court I dare not Attempt him; and in public he's so guarded, With a herd of parasites, clients, fools, and suitors, That a musket cannot reach him:--my designs Admit of no delay. This is her birthday, Which, with a fit and due solemnity, Camiola celebrates: and on it, all such As love or serve her usually present A tributary duty. I'll have something To give, if my intelligence prove true, Shall find acceptance. I am told, near this grove Fulgentio, every morning, makes his markets With his petitioners; I may present him With a sharp petition!----Ha! 'tis he: my fate Be ever bless'd for 't!

_Enter_ FULGENTIO _and Page_.

_Ful._ Command such as wait me Not to presume, at the least for half an hour, To press on my retirements. Begone, sir. [_Exit Page._ Challenged! 'tis well; and by a groom! still better. Was this shape made to fight? I have a tongue yet, Howe'er no sword, to kill him; and what way, This morning I'll resolve of. [_Exit._

_Ador._ I shall cross Your resolution, or suffer for you. [_Exit following him._