he arrives.

Falieri.--Pshaw, pshaw! My life on't he lies at this moment at
Olympia's feet, and forgets us, the Republic, the banditti, and
himself.

Parozzi.--And so neither of you know anything of this Flodoardo?

Memmo.--No more than of what happened on Rosabella's birthday.

Falieri.--Well, then, I know one thing more about him; Parozzi is
jealous of him.

Parozzi.--I? Ridiculous, Rosabella may bestow her hand on the
German Emperor, or a Venetian gondolier, without its giving me the
least anxiety.

Falieri.--Ha! ha! ha!

Memmo.--Well, one thing at least even envy must confess; Flodoardo
is the handsomest man in Venice. I doubt whether there's a woman in
the city who can resist him.

Parozzi.--And I should doubt it too, if women had as little sense as
you have, and looked only at the shell without minding the kernel -

Memmo.--Which unluckily is exactly the thing which women always do -

Falieri.--The old Lomellino seems to be extremely intimate with this
Flodoardo. They say he was well acquainted with his father.