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SATURDAY NIGHT
TAB. III
Unknown. Not a word! Silence! It's for all.
Cecco. And you—sing and dance! Damn you! Dance!
Donina. [Falling exhausted] I can't dance any more! Not if they kill me!
Cecco. [Going up to Majestá] This woman has seen nothing… The others will say nothing.
Harry Lucenti. [At the Prince's side] He is dead. Cold already!
Imperia. Yes. Dead! Dead! How horrible!
Curtain
