Rosalba. Was she not of the tribe?—
Grimana. What matters the tribe? In her picture by Titian, in the great hall of my father's house—
Rosalba. We had a Judith also—by Jacopo Bellini. He was Titian's master. Her hair was black.
Grimana. You may be right. In our picture by Titian, now I remember it, the head was so covered with a wonderful jeweled crown that we could see little of the hair.
[Rosalba is somewhat put down by the splendor of Grimana's Titian. Benvenuta comes back with Atalanta, who carries a lute. As she appears Grimana untangles and holds up another puppet—the Beelzebubb.]
Grimana. Here's a personage of terror.
[She turns the figure and moves it threateningly toward Benvenuta, who looks at Beelzebubb and is instantly seized with a wild fit of laughter.]
Saint Mark preserve us! You are queerly pleased, Sister. It's not many that laugh at this figure.
Rosalba [reading the figure's label]. He's Beelzebubb Satanasso, Prince of all Devils.
Benvenuta. I pray your pardon. I could not keep from laughing. I can never look at a devil without laughing. He seems so anxious to understand, and so important with the responsibility of being Prince of all Devils.