_Lucio_. Yea, for such wry-necks all the world's a lawn
To peek and peer and pounce a sinful worm;
The fatter, the more luscious.

_Regent. _ Lucio,
This woman nought gainsays.

_Fulvia (fiercely)._ As why should I?
I'll question not, nor answer. 'Neath your brow
My sentence hunches, crawls, like cat to spring.
Pah! there's no prude will match your virtuous wife
You'd banish me?

_Regent._ I do. Cesario,
See to it the City gate shuts not to-night.
And she this side.

_Fulvia (laughs recklessly)._ To-night? To-night's your own.
Most modest woman! Duchess, there's a well
By the road, some seven miles beyond the town.
There, 'neath the stars, I'll dip a hand and drink
To the good Duke's disport. But have a care!
That cup's not yet to lip.

_Regent. _ Captain, remove her.
Lucio, remain.

_[Exeunt the Countess Fulvia, Cesario following]_