noon
The next morning , when Rienzi descended to the room where his captains awaited him , his quick eye perceived that a cloud still lowered upon the brow of Messere Brettone . Arimbaldo , sheltered by the recess of the rude casement , shunned his eye . `` A fair morning , gentles , '' said Rienzi ; `` the Sun laughs upon our enterprise . I have messengers from Rome betimes -- fresh troops will join us ere noon . '' `` I am glad , Senator , '' answered Brettone , `` that you have tidings which will counteract the ill of those I have to narrate to thee . The soldiers murmur loudly -- their pay is due to them ; and , I fear me , that without money they will not march to Palestrina . '' `` As they will , '' returned Rienzi , carelessly .