I looked at the morning / After being up all night / I looked at my haggard face in the bathroom light / I looked out the window / And I saw that ragged soul take flight

Duke. Of whence now? Sailor. Of Naples, Naples, Naples! I see her top-flag, how she quarters Naples.

andante non troppo: slow, but not too slow

Why does your face have the look that Ravola’s had when they caught him, / The muff-diver, getting his beard all wet in Rhodope’s you-know?