GUIDO. 'Twas my command,
You should say nothing of Count Lanciotto.
RITTA. Nothing, my lord.
GUIDO. You have said nothing, then?
RITTA. Indeed, my lord.
GUIDO. 'Tis well. Some years ago,
My daughter had a very silly maid,
Who told her sillier stories. So, one day,
This maiden whispered something I forbade—
In strictest confidence, for she was sly:
What happened, think you?
RITTA. I know not, my lord.
GUIDO. I boiled her in a pot.
RITTA. Good heaven! my lord.
GUIDO. She did not like it. I shall keep that pot
Ready for the next boiling.
[Walks back to the others.