LEL. Oh, sweet!

ARI. What fragrance!

[Enter Laura and Giovanna, followed by Carlotta and Raffaele.]

LAU. La, by my lung! I am as out of breath
As a babe new-born! Whew! Let me catch the air!

[She drops her flowers and seats herself beside them.]

CAR. [to the younger ladies and Anselmo, by way of greeting.]
How hot the sun is getting.

ANS. 'Tis nigh noon, I think.

GIO. 'Tis noon.

CLA. We must be starting back.

LAU. Not till I get my breath.

RAF. Come,--I will fan you. [He fans her with a branch,]

LAU. Tis good--'tis very good--oh, peace--oh, slumber--
Oh, all good things! You are a proper youth.
You are a zephyr. I would have you fan me
Till you fall dead.