SORANZO.
What was he call'd?
ANNABELLA.
We are not come to that.
Let it suffice, that you shall have the glory
To father what so brave a father begot....
SORANZO.
Dost thou laugh?
Come, whore, tell me your lover, or by truth
I'll hew thy flesh to shreds. Who is he?
ANNABELLA.
(Sings) Che morte piu dolce che morire per amore.
SORANZO.
Thus will I pull thy hair and thus I'll drag
Thy lust be-leper'd body through the dust....
(Hales her up and down.)