Val. Lucretia! now the mystery is unfolded.
Duke. Do you know her?
Val. When I was last at Rome I saw her often; she is near kinswoman to the present Pope; and, before he placed her in this nunnery of Benedictines, was the most celebrated beauty of the town.
Duke. I know I ought to hate this woman, because she has affronted me thus grossly; but yet, I cannot help it, I must love her.
Val. But, sir, you come on too much disadvantage to be your son's rival.
Duke. I am deaf to all considerations: Pr'ythee do not think of giving a madman counsel. Pity me, and cure me, if thou canst; but remember, there's but one infallible medicine,—that's enjoyment.
Val. I had forgot to tell you, sir, that the governor, Don Mario, is without, to wait on you.
Duke. Desire him to come in.
Enter Don Mario.
Mar. I am come, sir, to beg a favour from your highness; and 'tis on the behalf of my sister Sophronia, abbess of the Torr' di Specchi.