GENEVRA.
Where I scarce thought
To leave so soon, your Highness; in Cesena,
Within my husband's castle.
FRANCESCA.
Pardon, madame,
That I have set you on a hurried journey,
Still more that I have wronged you in my thoughts!
[Passing her hand over her brow. Laughter heard within.
[Aside.] They laugh! Laugh on, my lord, while it is time.
GENEVRA.
Will 't please you, grant me audience; you shall hear
To the minute how my hours went yesterday,
Down to this moment.
FRANCESCA.
Come out in the air;
I stifle within hearing of their mirth.
[To Bertuccio.] Stay here; see that the other 'scape me not. [Exit Francesca and Ginevra, L.
BERTUCCIO.
The other! Not Ginevra?
[To Malatesta.] Good, my lord,
Your wife slept at Cesena, yet her chamber
Was not untenanted last night, I'll swear!
MALATESTA.
And so thou might'st, yet break no oath.
BERTUCCIO.
Who slept in 't?
