MICHELE.
Gigi, if you get up before cockcrow again I'll break your nose the next night while you sleep. Then go to the women and see if you can succeed with them!
THE KING.
It would please you well to attack a sleeping man. But take care of your own bones at it, or perhaps you might not rise at all the next day!
NOE.
Well said, Gigi! Tell us quickly more of your war-like deeds, that we may be afraid of you.
THE KING.
I haven't time. If your ears itch for tales of heroic deeds, tell how you stole the parson's geese at Bavagna.
BATTISTA.
Our patron saint defend us! Usually, you are as tame and sneaking as if your nail had never crushed a louse, and today you would like to spit all three of us at once on your needle.