GUI. What ho, good Grazia! I hear my uncle
Is ill again!

GRA. Where heard you that, you raven?

GUI. Marry, I forget. Is't true?

GRA. It is as false
As that you have forgotten where you heard it.
Were you the heir to his power, which I bless God
You're not!--he'd live to hide the throne from you
Full many a long day yet!--Nay, pretty Guido,
Your cousin is not yet Queen,--and when she is--Faith,
She weareth a wide petticoat,--there'll be
Scant room for you beside her! [Exit Nurse across stage]

GUI. [To his companions.] None the less
I do believe the king is ill.

RAF. Who told you?

GUI. His wife. She is much exercised about him.

GIO. 'Tis like enough. This woman would rather lie
Than have her breakfast served to her in bed.

[Exeunt Guido, Giovanni and Raffaele.]

[Music. Enter Musicians and take place on stage. Enter four pages