MALATESTA.
When your fair lady wants her, she can send:
I'll answer for her coming on that summons.
Good-night, sweet lords. [Aside.] How crestfallen he looks!
Mass! 't is ill cozening an old condottiere!
Did he think I had forgot to guard my baggage? [Exit.
MANFREDI.
A murrain go with him! May the horse stumble
That carries him, and break his old bull-neck!
Oh, this is cruel! with my hand stretched out,
To have to draw 't back empty. I could curse!
TORELLI.
What if I helped you to a substitute
For coy Ginevra, passing her in beauty?
One, too, whose conquest puts no crown to risk,
And helps withal a notable requital
That we all owe Bertuccio, you included.
MANFREDI.
What mean you?
TORELLI.
Guess what 's happened to Bertuccio.
ORDELAFFI.
He 's grown good-natured?
ASCOLTI.
Or has dropped his hump?
MANFREDI.
He has found a monkey uglier than himself?
