Sh--sh--Filippo! Can't you hear that you are saying behind his back
what you see you are saying afore his face?
COUNT.
Let him--he never spares me to my face!
FILIPPO.
No, my lord, I never spare your lordship to your lordship's face, nor
behind your lordship's back, nor to right, nor to left, nor to round
about and back to your lordship's face again, for I'm honest, your
lordship.
COUNT.
Come, come, Filippo, what is there in the larder?
[ELISABETTA _crosses to fireplace and puts on wood_.
FILIPPO.
Shelves and hooks, shelves and hooks, and when I see the shelves I am
like to hang myself on the hooks.
COUNT.
No bread?
FILIPPO.
Half a breakfast for a rat!
COUNT,
Milk?
FILIPPO.
Three laps for a cat!
COUNT.
Cheese?
FILIPPO.
A supper for twelve mites.
COUNT.
Eggs?
FILIPPO.
One, but addled.
COUNT.
No bird?
FILIPPO.
Half a tit and a hern's bill.
COUNT.
Let be thy jokes and thy jerks, man! Anything or nothing?
FILIPPO.
Well, my lord, if all-but-nothing be anything, and one plate of dried
prunes be all-but-nothing, then there is anything in your lordship's
larder at your lordship's service, if your lordship care to call for
it.
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