The fatter, the more luscious.

Regent. Lucio, This woman nought gainsays. 

This woman nought gainsays.

Fulvia (fiercely). As why should I? I'll question not, nor answer. 'Neath your brow My sentence hunches, crawls, like cat to spring. Pah! there's no prude will match your virtuous wife You'd banish me? 

I'll question not, nor answer. 'Neath your brow

My sentence hunches, crawls, like cat to spring.

Pah! there's no prude will match your virtuous wife

You'd banish me?

Regent. I do. Cesario, See to it the City gate shuts not to-night. And she this side. 

See to it the City gate shuts not to-night.

And she this side.

Fulvia (laughs recklessly). To-night? To-night's your own. Most modest woman! Duchess, there's a well By the road, some seven miles beyond the town. There, 'neath the stars, I'll dip a hand and drink To the good Duke's disport. But have a care! That cup's not yet to lip. 

Most modest woman! Duchess, there's a well

By the road, some seven miles beyond the town.

There, 'neath the stars, I'll dip a hand and drink

To the good Duke's disport. But have a care!

That cup's not yet to lip.

Regent. Captain, remove her. Lucio, remain. 

Lucio, remain.

[Exeunt the Countess Fulvia, Cesario following]

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