Charles: Then go,
And bid our guests. Bring too Diogenes,
Our most amusing raveller of all
Philosophies. Say that the duke, his brother,
Humbly desires it! (Cecco goes.
Fulvia: And Helena?
Charles (to Antonio): Why do
You start, sir?—Fulvia, we must look to
This callow god our son. Yet, had our court
Two eyes of loveliness to drown his heart,
I'd think on oath 'twere done.
(Goes to the throne.)
Fulvia (low to Antonio): Listen. No word
Of Helena!
Charles: Now! is it secrets?
Fulvia: Sir,
He scorns to spill a drop of confidence
On my too thirsty questions.
Charles: Does he so
Tightly seal up his spirits?
Fulvia: Put the rogue
To prison on stale bread, my lord: I half
Believe he's full of treasons.
Charles (laughing): Do you hear!
Because you are the son and scout our foes
Justice is not impossible upon you!