Bird-babble for my falcon! Let it pass.
What art thou doing there?
Elisabetta.
Darning, your lordship.
We cannot flaunt it in new feathers now:
Nay, if we will buy diamond necklaces
To please our lady, we must darn, my lord.
This old thing here (points to necklace round her neck),
they are but blue beads—my Piero,
God rest his honest soul, he bought ’em for me,