THE FOOL'S REVENGE.
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BERTUCCIO.
The monks say Hannibal
Melted the rocks with vinegar, not sugar.
MANFREDI.
But she is adamant!
BERTUCCIO.
When all else fails,
You've still force to fall back on. Carry her off
From under Guido's grizzled beard.
MANFREDI.
By Bacchus,
There's metal in thy counsel, knave! I'll think on 't.
BERTUCCIO.
It needs no brains neither,—only strong hands
And hard hearts. Here come both.
[Enter Torelli, Ascolti, and Ordelaffi, C.
MANFREDI.
What say you. gentlemen; may I trust your arms?
TORELLI.
They're yours in any quarrel.
ASCOLTI.
So are mine!
ORDELAFFI.
And mine!
BERTUCCIO.
One at a time. You said "arms!" Of Torelli
You should ask legs! His did such famous service
In carrying him out of danger at Sarzana,
I think they may be trusted. [All laugh except Torelli.
