Music. Exit with his train.
GUIDO. [Advancing.] Now, by the saints, Lanciotto's deputy
Stands in this business with a proper grace,
Stretching his lord's instructions till they crack.
A zealous envoy! Not a word said he
Of Lanciotto—not a single word:
But stood there, staring in Francesca's face
With his devouring eyes.—By Jupiter,
I but half like it!
FRANCESCA. [Advancing.] Father?
GUIDO. Well, my child.
FRANCESCA. How do you like—
GUIDO. The coxcomb! I've done well!
FRANCESCA. No, no; Count Lanciotto?
GUIDO. Well enough.
But hang this fellow—hang your deputies!
I'll never woo by proxy.
FRANCESCA. Deputies!
And woo by proxy!
GUIDO. Come to me anon.
I'll strip this cuckoo of his gallantry!
[Exit with GUARDS, etc.