THE FOOL'S REVENGE.
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I render up your jewel, Malatesta;
See that you guard it as befits its price.
MALATESTA.
Trust me for that, my lord.
MANFREDI. (to GINEVRA).
Sweet dreams wait on you.
MALATESTA. (aside).
This night sees her safe past Faenza's walls;
She 's too fair for this liquorish court of ours.
[Exeunt Malatesta and Ginevra, L.
MANFREDI.
A peerless lady!
BERTUCCIO (coming forward).
And a churlish spouse!
MANFREDI.
Bertuccio!
BERTUCCIO.
"At your elbow, sir!" quoth Satanus.
MANFREDI.
Come, fool, let 's rail at husbands.
BERTUCCIO.
Shall I call
Your wife to help us?
MANFREDI.
Out on thee, screech-owl!
Just when I felt my chains about to fall
Thou mind'st me of my jailer. Thank the saints,
I shall be free to-morrow, for a while
