LANCIOTTO. My lord,
You mar my holiday by such a thought.
My holiday! Dear saints! it seems to me
That all of you are mocking me.
PEPE. So—so—
Guido was ever treacherous?—so—so!
MALATESTA. So—so! How so?
PEPE. What if this treachery
Run in the blood? We'll tap a vein then—so!
MALATESTA. Sew up your mouth, and mind your fooling fool!
PEPE. Am I not fooling? Why, my lord, I thought
The fooling exquisite.
LANCIOTTO. [Aside.] This thoughtless knave
Hits near us sometimes with his random shafts.
Marriage for me! I cannot comprehend,
I cannot take it to my heart; the thing
Seems gross, absurd, ridiculous. Ah! well,
My father bears the folly of it all;
I'm but an actor in his comedy.
My part is bad, but I must through with it.
[Retires.
Shouts, music, &c., within.
PEPE. Look! here's the whole parade! Mark yonder knave—
The head one with the standard. Nature, nature!
Hadst thou a hand in such a botch-work? Why,
A forest of his legs would scarcely make
A bunch of fagots. Mark old Guido, too!
He looks like Judas with his silver. Ho!
Here's news from sweet Ravenna!
MALATESTA. [Laughing.] Ha! ha! ha!