I thank you, good Filippo.
[Exit Filippo.
Enter Elisabetta with bird on a dish which she places on table.
Elisabetta (close to table).
Here’s a fine fowl for my lady; I had scant time to do him in. I hope he be not underdone, for we be undone in the doing of him.
Lady Giovanna.
I thank you, my good nurse.
Filippo (re-entering with plate of prunes).
And here are fine fruits for my lady—prunes, my lady, from the tree that my lord himself planted here in the blossom of his boyhood—and so I, Filippo, being, with your ladyship’s pardon, and as your ladyship knows, his lordship’s own foster-brother, would commend them to your ladyship’s most peculiar appreciation.