GENTLEMAN.
Ah, thou rt roused.
Thy master hath been robbed the Spagnoletto
Maria of the Golden Locks his daughter.
LORENZO.
How is this known? ’T is a foul slander forged
By desperate malice. What ! in the night, you say?
She whose bright name was clean as gold, whose heart
Shone a fixed star of loyal love and duty
Beside her father s glory ! This coarse lie
Denies itself. I will go seek the master,
And if this very noon she walk not forth,
Led by the Spagnoletto, through the streets,
To blind the dazed eyes of her slanderers,
I am your debtor for a hundred florins.
GENTLEMAN.
Your faith in womanhood becomes you, sir.
(Aside.) A beggar s child the mistress of a Prince;
Humph ! there be some might think the weight of scandal
Lay on the other side. (To Lorenzo.) You need not forth
