FIRST CITIZEN I’ faith, that will not fill our stomachs! SECOND CITIZEN A sermon is but a sorry sauce, when You have nothing to eat with it. DUCHESS Poor people, You see I have no power with the Duke, But if you go into the court without, My almoner shall from my private purse, Divide a hundred ducats ’mongst you all. FIRST CITIZEN God save the Duchess, say I. SECOND CITIZEN God save her. DUCHESS And every Monday morn shall bread be set For those who lack it. [_Citizens applaud and go out_.] FIRST CITIZEN [_going out_] Why, God save the Duchess again! DUKE [_calling him back_] Come hither, fellow! what is your name? FIRST CITIZEN Dominick, sir. DUKE A good name! Why were you called Dominick? FIRST CITIZEN [_scratching his head_] Marry, because I was born on St. George’s day. DUKE A good reason! here is a ducat for you! Will you not cry for me God save the Duke? FIRST CITIZEN [_feebly_] God save the Duke. DUKE Nay! louder, fellow, louder. FIRST CITIZEN [_a little louder_] God save the Duke! DUKE More lustily, fellow, put more heart in it! Here is another ducat for you. FIRST CITIZEN [_enthusiastically_] God save the Duke! DUKE [_mockingly_] Why, gentlemen, this simple fellow’s love Touches me much. [_To the Citizen_, _harshly_.] Go! [_Exit Citizen_, _bowing_.] This is the way, my lords, You can buy popularity nowadays. Oh, we are nothing if not democratic! [_To the_ DUCHESS.] Well, Madam, You spread rebellion ’midst our citizens. DUCHESS My Lord, the poor have rights you cannot touch, The right to pity, and the right to mercy. DUKE So, so, you argue with me? This is she, The gentle Duchess for whose hand I yielded Three of the fairest towns in Italy, Pisa, and Genoa, and Orvieto. DUCHESS Promised, my Lord, not yielded: in that matter Brake you your word as ever. DUKE You wrong us, Madam, There were state reasons. DUCHESS What state reasons are there For breaking holy promises to a state? DUKE There are wild boars at Pisa in a forest Close to the city: when I promised Pisa Unto your noble and most trusting father, I had forgotten there was hunting there. At Genoa they say, Indeed I doubt them not, that the red mullet Runs larger in the harbour of that town Than anywhere in Italy. [_Turning to one of the Court_.] You, my lord, Whose gluttonous appetite is your only god, Could satisfy our Duchess on that point. DUCHESS And Orvieto? DUKE [_yawning_] I cannot now recall Why I did not surrender Orvieto According to the word of my contract. Maybe it was because I did not choose. [_Goes over to the_ DUCHESS.]