BERTUCCIO.
O cats that long
For fish, yet fear to wet your feet! I'll shame you.
Let me mount first; give me your cloak, Galeotto!
MANFREDI.
By your leave, fool, I'll net my own bird. Back!
Hold thou the ladder; that is lackeys' work,
And fits thee best. Ascolti and Torelli,
Guard the approaches! I and Ordelaffi
Will be enough to mount, and snare the game.
BERTUCCIO (holds it).
All's dark now,—up!
MANFREDI.
Why, rogue, how thy hand shakes!
Is 't fear ?
BERTUCCIO.
'T is inward laughter, Galeotto.
To think how blank Guido will look to-morrow
To find the nest cold, and his mate borne off.
BERTUCCIO (eagerly listening).
Ha! they are in by this time!
Cautious fools!
I had done 't myself in half the space! So, Guido,
You love your young wife well, they say; that's brave.