terror on the bearer of this unwelcome news; while Cinthia gave a
loud scream, and, clasping her hands together, sank almost
breathless into a chair.

A general silence prevailed for some time.

"Murdered"' at length repeated Thomaso, "and by whom?"

Baluzzo.--Where?

Pietrino.--What? this forenoon?

Abellino.--In the gardens of Dolabella, where he was found bleeding
at the feet of the Doge's niece. Whether he fell by her hand, or by
that of one of her admirers, I cannot say.

Cinthia (weeping).--Poor dear Matteo.

Abellino.--About this time to-morrow you will see his corpse
exhibited on the gibbet.

Pietrino.--What! Did any one recognise him?

Abellino.--Yes, yes! there's no doubt about his trade, you may
depend on't.

Cinthia.--The gibbet! Poor dear Matteo!

Thomaso.--This is a fine piece of work.