Guido Guido Ferranti, sir. Duke Duke And you are Mantuan? Look to your wives, my lords, When such a gallant comes to Padua. Thou dost well to laugh, Count Bardi; I have noted How merry is that husband by whose hearth Sits an uncomely wife. Maffio Maffio May it please your Grace, The wives of Padua are above suspicion. Duke Duke What, are they so ill-favoured! Let us go, This Cardinal detains our pious Duchess; His sermon and his beard want cutting both: Will you come with us, sir, and hear a text From holy Jerome? Moranzone [bowing] Moranzone My liege, there are some matters— Duke [interrupting] Duke Thou need’st make no excuse for missing mass. Come, gentlemen. [Exit with his suite into Cathedral.] Guido [after a pause] Guido
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