Duchess
Do not tarry, Guido,
There is my cloak: the horse is at the bridge,
The second bridge below the ferry house:
Why do you tarry? Can your ears not hear
This dreadful bell, whose every ringing stroke
Robs one brief minute from your boyish life.
Go quickly.
Guido
Ay! he will come soon enough.
Duchess
Who?
Guido [calmly]
Why, the headsman.
Duchess
No, no.