SCENE I.
On the steps of the cathedral, commanding a view of the country.
Many of all ages are leaving the church and looking at the
approach of the Archbishop, just beyond the walls, descending
the hill.
Erminia.
Nina! see what our matin prayers have brought us.
O what a sight! The youth and maidens fly,
Some to the city, others up the hills,
With the fresh tale each for the one loved best.
Nina.
They are afraid to meet so many horses;
I would not scud away so, were I there,
Would you?
Erminia.
My dress would show the dust; or else . .
I run to tell my father: go, tell yours.
