DUKE. And you have proofs?
STEPMOTHER. I've valid witnesses.
DUKE. Then call my butler.
STEPMOTHER. He does not know.
DUKE. [Shaking his sword at her] Call my butler!
The STEPMOTHER trembles. Then she claps her hands four times together.
The BUTLER enters.
DUKE. Have made a pie of venison, richly stuffed with onions, parsley, fennel, cabbage—and at once!
The BUTLER steals a sidelong glance at the STEPMOTHER.
DUKE. What are you squinting at? Be quick!
The BUTLER goes out.