while to the left of the soprano, the baritone intoned indistinguishable, sonorous phrases, striking his breast and pointing to the fallen tenor with his sword. At the extreme left of the stage the contralto, in tights and plush doublet, turned to the audience, extending her hands, or flinging back her arms. She raised her eyebrows with each high note, and sunk her chin into her ruff when her voice descended. At certain intervals her notes blended with those of the soprano’s while she sang:

“Addio, felicità del ciel!”

“Addio, felicità del ciel!”

The tenor, raised upon one hand, his shoulders supported by his friends, sustained the theme which the soprano led with the words: