LUCREZIA.
[Lifting them.] Golden pearls!
SARACINI.
Duke Ercole informs your Excellence
His health revives.
LUCREZIA.
By letter
Commend me to his Excellence your Duke;
Say, she who is his daughter in her heart
Rejoices for his welfare.... I can nurse....
[To her Maids.] Tell Messer Saracini—night and day,
Alone, without repose, I tended
His Holiness when injured by the falling
Of a wind-toppled tower.
To-night
Be present at my ball.
SARACINI.
Most flattered thanks.
ANGELA.
And I will dance with you.