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Yes, running your husband's changes

Against the moon's. Manfredi has it hollow.

It comes out ten new loves 'gainst five new moons!

Where do I stand?

First among the ten; your moon was a whole honey one.

Excluding that, it's nine loves to four moons.

You pity me, Bertuccio?

Not a whit.

I pity sparrows, but not sparrow-hawks.

I read your riddle. I am strong enough

To right my own wrongs! So I am, while here.

Then stay!

My father, at Bologna, looks for me.

Then go!

And leave him here—with her—both free,

And not a friend that I can trust to watch

And give me due report how things go 'twixt them?

Had I one friend—