That was the very year before you married.
Lady Giovanna.
When I was married you were at the wars.
Count.
Had she not thrown my chaplet on the grass,
It may be I had never seen the wars.
[Replaces wreath whence he had taken it.
Lady Giovanna.
Ah, but, my lord, there ran a rumour then
That you were kill’d in battle. I can tell you