Enter Francisco de Medicis, Cardinal Monticelso, Marcello, Isabella,
young Giovanni, with little Jacques the Moor


Fran. Have you not seen your husband since you arrived?


Isab. Not yet, sir.


Fran. Surely he is wondrous kind;
If I had such a dove-house as Camillo's,
I would set fire on 't were 't but to destroy
The polecats that haunt to it--My sweet cousin!


Giov. Lord uncle, you did promise me a horse,
And armour.


Fran. That I did, my pretty cousin.
Marcello, see it fitted.


Marc. My lord, the duke is here.


Fran. Sister, away; you must not yet be seen.