No bird?
Filippo.
Half a tit and a hern’s bill.
Count.
Let be thy jokes and thy jerks, man! Anything or nothing?
Filippo.
Well, my lord, if all-but-nothing be anything, and one plate of dried prunes be all-but-nothing, then there is anything in your lordship’s larder at your lordship’s service, if your lordship care to call for it.
Count.
Good mother, happy was the prodigal son,