Why then, that flower’d bowl my ancestor

Fetch’d from the farthest east—we never use it

For fear of breakage—but this day has brought

A great occasion. You can take it, nurse!

Elisabetta.

I did take it, my lord, but what with my lady’s coming that had so flurried me, and what with the fear of breaking it, I did break it, my lord: it is broken!

Count.

My one thing left of value in the world!

No matter! see your cloth be white as snow!

Elisabetta (pointing thro’ window).