JACO. (_crosses at back and down_, L. C.—_angrily_) No! TODD. Oh! I—I—only thought—the sudden shock—of—so much—happiness—might be too severe for her—for me. (JACOPO _touches his pistol with a menacing look_) Oh! Come, Marietta! (_offers his arm to_ MARIETTA, _and sees_ GRIMBALDI _threatening him with his stiletto_) Let us proceed—to execution! _Exit_ TODD, _leaning on_ MARIETTA, _followed by_ JACOPO _and_ GRIMBALDI, _threatening_, R. 2 E. _Re-enter_ MRS. TODD _from door_, L. 3 E. MRS. T. What a discovery I have made! Samuel, my husband, who I fondly fancied passed his nights watering his lonely pillow with his tears, and his days in writing elegies to the memory of a beloved wife, to have forgotten me so soon. Not three months a widower, and the unconscionable wretch has ideas of entering the marriage state again. I flattered myself my system of matrimonial discipline would have deterred him from a repetition of such folly. But some men are never to be taught. How he got into this house, I can’t imagine—but the object of his visit is apparent; he comes to make love to the Signor’s niece—a pastime that I shall take the liberty of interrupting. _Re-enter_ GRIMBALDI, R. 2 E. GRIM. I can’t stand it any longer. Diavolo! I had a good mind (_threatening with dagger_) but Terreboli’s eye was upon me, and I durst not move a finger. MRS. T. (L.) You seem agitated—what has happened? GRIM. (R. _gloomily_) Oh, nothing! but—torture!—she is married! MRS. T. Who’s married? GRIM. She—she—Marietta—married—to—ten thousand fiends! _Exit in a state of desperation_, R. 3 E. MRS. T. Married to ten thousand fiends! I wish I could find my little fiend—stop—stop—explain yourself. _Exit after_ GRIMBALDI, R. 3 E, _Re-enter_ TODD, _leading_ MARIETTA _from_ R. D. 2 E.; _he hands her across stage to_ L. D. 2 E. _and she exits_, _slamming door in his face_. TODD. It’s all over! The desperate deed is done—I’m married—married—married! To be sure that’s an accident to which our weak sex is continually exposed; but, to be married to a lovely rattlesnake, and be in danger of my life from a ferocious rival—that’s horrible! (_calling at door_, L. 2 E.) Marietta! Perhaps she’ll relent now she’s my wife! If she only listens to me. Marietta! (_tries door and finds it fastened_) She’s fastened the door! (_speaking through the keyhole_) Marietta! my angel! _Re-enter_ MRS. TODD, R. 3 E. MRS. T. (R., _sees_ TODD) ’Tis he! TODD. (_speaking through keyhole_, L. 2 E.) One word! one little word, from those sweet lips, (_to himself_) No answer? Put one of those brilliant eyes to the keyhole, and observe me (_takes chair_, _and sits opposite door_) kneeling on my knees before your door, and swearing never to quit this painful posture till you take pity on me.