BEA. Ay, but 'tis cruel play. To be so mocked at!--Come, take heart, good Doctor! 'Tis a noisy fellow, but light withal!--Blow at him! GIO. [To Guido.] She has the softest heart that ever I saw In a hard woman. It may be, seeing she has pity For one rogue, she has pity for another! Mark you, my Guido, there is hope yet! GUI. Nay, There's not. I have opened up my mind to her, And she will none of me. GIO. [Jestingly.] That was the last thing You should have done!--Speak,--did she give for answer She loves the King? GUI. Not she. She gave for answer She does not love the Duke. [Pantomime continues.] ANS. [To Colombine.] Ah, pretty lady! CAR. La, she is fickle! How she turns from one face To another face,--and smiles into them all! FRAN. Oh, ay, but' tis the Pierrot that she loves. [Pantomime continues and comes to a close.] [All applaud.] LUIGI. Well done! ANS. Bravo! GIO. A monstrous lively play! BEA. Oh, is it over?--I would it were not over! MAR. And yet it pleased you not! BEA. When it pleased me not, I looked at you. MAR. And when I pleased you not--? BEA. I looked at Harlequin. However, I saw him But fleetingly. Pray, was he dark or fair? LUIGI. Laura! LAU. Who calls? La, it is only Luigi! LUIGI. Laura, there'll be a moon tonight. LAU. I' faith, There was a moon last night. [She sighs.] LUIGI. At ten o'clock, Were I by a certain gate, would you be there? What say you? LAU. Ay,--if weariness overtook me, And I could not get further! CAR. La, 'tis sun-down! [In the meantime the crowd has been breaking up and dispersing. The curtain falls on the disappearing spectators and on Pierrot and his troupe packing up their wagon to go to the next town.] Scene 3 [Fiori. A garden with a fountain. Evening.] [Enter Octavia and Ladies.] OCT. It would amuse me if I had a lily To carry in my hand. You there, Carlotta! You have a long arm,--plunge it in the pool And fish me forth a lily! CLAUDIA. Majesty, They close at night. OCT. Well--we will open them. CAR. [Going to pool and scanning it.] Go to--I am not a frog! OCT. What did you say? ARIANNA. She says she sees a frog, Your Majesty. FRAN. [Aside to Carlotta.] You are mad! Can you not keep your tongue in your head? CAR. Ay, I can keep it in my cheek.--There's one. God grant it have an eel at the end of it,-- I'll give the dame good measure. [While the ladies are at the pool enter Guido.] GUIDO. Greeting, madam! OCT. Who greets me?--Ah, it is the Duke. Good even, Guido. You seek an audience with me? GUIDO. Nay--nay--but if you send away your women,-- We shall be more alone.