GUIDO (Drawing out a miniature on a chain.) Here is the likeness.
GRACIOSA
But how should you—?
GUIDO (Seeing her surprise.) Oh, it was a gift to me from his highness for a special service I did him, and as such must be treasured.
GRACIOSA Perhaps, then, I shall see yon at court, Messer Guido, who are the friend of princes?
GUIDO If you do, I ask only that in noisy Florence you remember this quiet garden.
GRACIOSA (Looks at him silently, then glances at the portrait. She speaks with evident disappointment.) Is this the Duke?
GUIDO
You may see his arms on it, and on the back his inscription.
GRACIOSA
Yes, but—(looking at the portrait again)—but … he is … so …
GUIDO You are astonished at his highness' coloring? That he inherits from his mother. She was, you know, a blackamoor.
GRACIOSA
And my sisters wrote me he was like a god!