Grimana. Dance, forsooth—to what music, sister?
Rosalba. You might sing for them, Sister.
Grimana. Aye, so I might.—Time was when I knew tunes enough.
Benvenuta. There is a lute in the cloister—left from the musical mass. And my cousin Atalanta can play it—I should like to hear some music here.
[She glances at the closet.]
I'll fetch her.
[She goes off to find Atalanta.]
Grimana. What personages have we here? This lady for Judith?
Rosalba. That can scarcely be, Judith was black haired.
Grimana. Nothing of the sort. She had hair of a dark red—a smoldering color.