A Lady
What sort of horrible, wriggly thing are you saying, Phedro?
Phedro
I am tasting my own cooking. It is delicious. However, enough public reverie. When the Duchess comes, announce her to the Queen in whatever manner fits your inclination. Take a good breath of bad manners. It will refresh you all. [he glances at his watch] Ah, I shall be late for a certain melancholy addition of facts.
Ladies
What facts?
Phedro
You shall see. I have only read you the prologue.
[He exits, almost bumping into the Duchess, who sweeps by him into the room. The courtiers stand about perfectly limp, enjoying their indifference.]
Duchess