What, are they so ill-favoured! Let us go,
This Cardinal detains our pious Duchess;
His sermon and his beard want cutting both:
Will you come with us, sir, and hear a text
From holy Jerome?
Moranzone [bowing]
My liege, there are some matters—
Duke [interrupting]
Thou need’st make no excuse for missing mass.
Come, gentlemen.
[Exit with his suite into Cathedral.]
Guido [after a pause]
So the Duke sold my father;
I kissed his hand.
Moranzone
Thou shalt do that many times.