Signora, (turning to one of the Orsini), your lord has high favour with the Tribune, who destines him to great command.
His fortunes are secured, and we rejoice at it; for no man more loyally serves the state.

Have you seen, fair Lady of Frangipani, the last verses of Petrarch in honour of my lord ?--they rest yonder.

May we so far venture as to request you to point out their beauties to the Signora di Savelli?
We rejoice, noble Lady of Malatesta, to observe that your eyesight is so well restored.

The last time we met, though we stood next to you in the revels of the Lady Giulia, you seemed scarce to distinguish us from the pillar by which we stood!" "Must this insolence be endured!" whispered the Signora Frangipani to the Signora Malatesta.
"Hush, hush; if ever it be our day again!".