BERTUCCIO (laughing).
Ay, if he bring the lady, then believe him!
[Aside.] He robs me of my right,—taking his wrong
With outward show of calm: mine turned my brain.
I looked to see him mad, or drive him so!
MANFREDI (within).
More wine, knave!
FRANCESCA.
Ginevra, or another,—what of that?
The wrong's the same; why not the same revenge?
BERTUCCIO.
The same to you, but not the same to me!
I tell you, Malatesta's wife sits yonder,—
Sits at your husband's side; I saw her—I—
Borne off last night! I saw! There is no faith
In eyes or ears or truth, if 't were not she!
MALATESTA.
Madame, my wife!
BERTUCCIO (turning in amaze).
Ginevra here! Then who
Was that they carried from her bed last night?
Who is 't sits yonder?
FRANCESCA.
Tell me, gracious lady,
Where did you sleep last night?
