Dianora. Yes, yes, I remember. It was on the day of Francesco Chieregati's wedding. [She laughs loudly.]
Nurse [looks at her].
Dianora. I was thinking of something else. He told about it at table—he wore his arm in a sling. How was it, do you remember?
Nurse. What, gracious one?
Dianora. With the horse—
Nurse. Don't you remember, gracious one?
Dianora. He spoke about it at table. But I could not hear it. Messer Palla degli Albizzi sat next to me, and was so merry, and everybody laughed, so I could not hear just what my husband said.
Nurse. When our gracious lord came to the stall, the roan put back his ears, foamed with rage and suddenly snapped at the master's hand.
Dianora. And then?
Nurse. Then the master hit the roan behind the ears with his fist so that the big, strong horse staggered back as though it were a dog—