[Sits near table; Filippo brings flask, fills the Count’s goblet, then Lady Giovanna’s; Elisabetta stands at the back of Lady Giovanna’s chair.
Count.
It is but thin and cold,
Not like the vintage blowing round your castle.
We lie too deep down in the shadow here.
Your ladyship lives higher in the sun.
[They pledge each other and drink.
Lady Giovanna.
If I might send you down a flask or two
Of that same vintage? There is iron in it.