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_Enter_ ELISABETTA _with cloth_.
ELISABETTA.
A word with you, my lord!
COUNT (_singing_).
'O mountain flowers!'
ELISABETTA.
A word, my lord! (_Louder_).
COUNT (_sings_).
'Dead flowers!'
ELISABETTA.
A word, my lord! (_Louder_).
COUNT.
I pray you pardon me again!
[LADY GIOVANNA _looking at wreath_.
(COUNT _to_ ELISABETTA.)
What is it?
ELISABETTA.
My lord, we have but one piece of earthenware to
serve the salad in to my lady, and that cracked!
COUNT.
Why then, that flower'd bowl my ancestor
Fetch'd from the farthest east--we never use it
For fear of breakage--but this day has brought
A great occasion. You can take it, nurse!
ELISABETTA.
I did take it, my lord, but what with my lady's
coming that had so flurried me, and what with the
fear of breaking it, I did break it, my lord: it is
broken!
COUNT.
My one thing left of value in the world!
No matter! see your cloth be white as snow!
ELISABETTA (_pointing thro' window_).
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