Scene III.—Gallery in the house of Arnaldo; Arnaldo, off a journey, and Lidio.
Arnaldo. Take off my spurs, good Lidio.
Lidio. Good sir, thou seemest out of breath,
Fatigued, and worn.
Arnaldo. The country tires me not so much.
'Tis household cares that to Verona bring me.
But for family and estate,
I fain would pass my life
'Mid country and its solitude!
Here, take my arquebuse.
Lidio. It grieves me that you ever thus do
Come and go alone.
Arnaldo. Look, Lidio, have a care!
Lidio. Is't loaded, then?
Arnaldo. If that its barrel doth contain
Were housed in heart of Castelvin,
Mine own would know repose enough.
What of my son, Roselo?
Lidio. Well, very well, heaven be thank'd.
Arnaldo. Does he study?
Lidio. A little, and he lacks not
Fancies fitted to his age?
Arnaldo. What?
Lidio. Fencing, horses, and with tennis ball
And dicing now and then.
Arnaldo. And call you dicing virtuous?
Lidio. 'Tis thought so in the case of noble blood,
