Oh! look, dear uncle, only look yonder; there stands the Greek, as I
live.

Andreas.--And Lomellino is with him; they approach. Rosabella, you
have made a good guess.

The Doge had scarcely ceased to speak, when Lomellino entered the
room, conducting a tall young man, richly habited in the Grecian
fashion.

"My gracious lord," said Lomellino, "I present to you the Count
Flodoardo, who humbly sues for your protection."

Flodoardo uncovered his head in token of respect, took off his mask,
and bowed low before the illustrious ruler of Venice.

Andreas.--I understand you are desirous of serving the Republic?

Flodoardo.--That is my ambition, should your Highness think me
deserving of such an honour.

Andreas.--Lomellino speaks highly of you; if all that he says be
true, how came you to deprive your own country of your services?

Flodoardo.--Because my own country is not governed by an Andreas.

Andreas.--You have intentions, it seems, of discovering the haunts
of the banditti, who for some time past have caused so many tears to
flow in Venice?