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Away , sweet Nina , to Irene , quick ! Adrian is at Naples , and were he in Rome , her lover is sacred , though fifty times a Colonna . '' With that , the Tribune passed into his wardrobe , where his pages and gentlemen attended with his armour . `` I hear , by our spies , '' said he , `` that they will be at our gates ere noon -- four thousand foot , seven hundred horsemen . We will give them a hearty welcome , my masters . How , Angelo Villani , my pretty page , what do you out of your lady 's service ? '' `` I would fain see a warrior arm for Rome , '' said the boy , with a boy 's energy .