Cecco: Well, I
Begin to coil.
Giulia: And I'll begin to scotch
You ere 'tis done.—Give me the postern key.
Cecco: Your lady's voice—but you are not your lady.
Giulia: And were I you not long would be your lord's.
Give me the key.
Cecco: I coil—I coil! will soon
Be ready for a strike, my tender shrew.
Giulia: Does the duke know you've hidden from his ear
Antonio's passion? does he?—ah?—and shall
I tell him? ah?
Cecco: You heard then——
Giulia: He likes well
What's kept so thriftily.
Cecco (scowling): You want the key
To let in Boro to chuck your baby face
And moon with you! He's been discharged—take care.
Giulia: The duke might learn, too, you're not clear between
His ducats and your own.