Madman anywhere.
Speak freely, tho’ to call a madman mad
Will hardly help to make him sane again.
Enter Filippo.
Filippo.
Ah, the women, the women! Ah, Monna Giovanna, you here again! you that have the face of an angel and the heart of a—that’s too positive! You that have a score of lovers and have not a heart for any of them—that’s positive-negative: you that have not the head of a toad, and not a heart like the jewel in it—that’s too negative; you that have a cheek like a peach and a heart like the stone in it—that’s positive again—that’s better!
Elisabetta.
Sh—sh—Filippo!
Filippo (turns half round).