MANFREDI.
Why, that 's enough to make it a mere duty
To break her prison-house, and shift her keeping
To titter hands,—say, mine. I'm lord of the town;
None else has right of prison here, but me.
DELL' AQUILA.
What would you do?
MANFREDI.
First see if she bears out
Your picture, Serafino; if she do,
Be sure I will not wait outside to mark
Her shadow. Shadows may suit poets; I
Want substance.
TORELLI.
She's meat for Bertuccio's master,
Not for Bertuccio. When shall it be?
MANFREDI.
To-morrow
I 'm a free man! Meet me at midnight, here.
DELL' AQUILA.
You would not harm her? Only see her face;
You will not have the heart to do her wrong.
MANFREDI.
What call you "wrong"?—to save so choice a creature
From such a guardian as Bertuccio?
He would have prompted me to play the robber
Of Malatesta's pearl. Let him guard his own!
ORDELAFFI.
If he resists, we'll knock him over the sconce;
Let me have that part of the business.
