Enter Cozimo.
The soonest opportunity. The duke!
Coz. Nay, blush not; we smile on your privacy,
And come not to disturb you. You are equals,
And, without prejudice to either's honours,
May make a mutual change of love and courtship,
Till you are made one, and with holy rites,
And we give suffrage to it.
Giov. You are gracious.
Coz. To ourself in this: but now break off; too much
Taken at once of the most curious viands,
Dulls the sharp edge of appetite. We are now
For other sports, in which our pleasure is
That you should keep us company.
Fior. We attend you. [Exeunt.
SCENE II.
The Country. A Hall in Charomonte's House.
Enter Bernardo, Caponi, and Petruchio.
Bern. Is my lord stirring?