COUNT. She saw it at a dance, upon a neck Less lovely than her own, and long'd for it. ELISABETTA. She told thee as much? COUNT. No, no--a friend of hers. ELISABETTA. Shame on her that she took it at thy hands, She rich enough to have bought it for herself! COUNT. She would have robb'd me then of a great pleasure. ELISABETTA. But hath she yet return'd thy love? COUNT. Not yet! ELISABETTA. She should return thy necklace then. COUNT. Ay, if She knew the giver; but I bound the seller To silence, and I left it privily At Florence, in her palace. ELISABETTA. And sold thine own To buy it for her. She not know? She knows There's none such other---- COUNT. Madman anywhere. Speak freely, tho' to call a madman mad Will hardly help to make him sane again. _Enter_ FILIPPO. FILIPPO. Ah, the women, the women! Ah, Monna Giovanna, you here again! you that have the face of an angel and the heart of a--that's too positive! You that have a score of lovers and have not a heart for any of them-- that's positive-negative: you that have _not_ the head of a toad, and _not_ a heart like the jewel in it--that's too negative; you that have a cheek like a peach and a heart like the stone in it--that's positive again--that's better! ELISABETTA. Sh--sh--Filippo! FILIPPO (_turns half round_). Here has our master been a-glorifying and a-velveting and a-silking himself, and a-peacocking and a-spreading to catch her eye for a dozen year, till he hasn't an eye left in his own tail to flourish among the peahens, and all along o' you, Monna Giovanna, all along o' you! ELISABETTA. Sh--sh--Filippo! Can't you hear that you are saying behind his back what you see you are saying afore his face? COUNT. Let him--he never spares me to my face! FILIPPO. No, my lord, I never spare your lordship to your lordship's face, nor behind your lordship's back, nor to right, nor to left, nor to round about and back to your lordship's face again, for I'm honest, your lordship. COUNT. Come, come, Filippo, what is there in the larder? [ELISABETTA _crosses to fireplace and puts on wood_. FILIPPO. Shelves and hooks, shelves and hooks, and when I see the shelves I am like to hang myself on the hooks. COUNT. No bread? FILIPPO. Half a breakfast for a rat! COUNT, Milk? FILIPPO. Three laps for a cat! COUNT. Cheese? FILIPPO. A supper for twelve mites. COUNT. Eggs? FILIPPO. One, but addled. COUNT. No bird? FILIPPO. Half a tit and a hern's bill. COUNT. Let be thy jokes and thy jerks, man! Anything or nothing? FILIPPO. Well, my lord, if all-but-nothing be anything, and one plate of dried prunes be all-but-nothing, then there is anything in your lordship's larder at your lordship's service, if your lordship care to call for it.