SCENE II.—An Apartment in the Duke’s Palace.
Enter Lodovico, Carolo, Astolfo, and Beraldo.
Lod. Godso’, gentlemen, what do we forget?
Car., Ast., Ber. What?
Lod. Are not we all enjoined as this day.—Thursday is’t not? Ay, as this day to be at the linen-draper’s house at dinner?
Car. Signor Candido, the patient man.
Ast. Afore Jove, true, upon this day he’s married.
Ber. I wonder, that being so stung with a wasp before, he dares venture again to come about the eaves amongst bees.
Lod. Oh ’tis rare sucking a sweet honey comb! pray Heaven his old wife be buried deep enough, that she rise not up to call for her dance! The poor fiddlers’ instruments would crack for it, she’d tickle them. At any hand let’s try what mettle is in his new bride; if there be none, we’ll put in some. Troth, it’s a very noble citizen, I pity he should marry again; I’ll walk along, for it is a good old fellow.