Tell no other tale! For, if that is the little cuckoo’s song, The nightingale is hoarse, and the loud lark Has lost its music. Guido Guido Kiss me, Beatrice! [She takes his face in her hands and bends down and kisses him; a loud knocking then comes at the door, and Guido leaps up; enter a Servant.] Guido Servant Servant A package for you, sir. Guido [carelessly] Guido Ah! give it to me. [Servant hands package wrapped in vermilion silk, and exit; as Guido is about to open it the Duchess comes up behind, and in sport takes it from him.] Guido Duchess Duchess [laughing] Duchess Now I will wager it is from some girl Who would have you wear her favour; I am so jealous I will not give up the least part in you, But like a miser keep you to myself, And spoil you perhaps in keeping. Guido Guido
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