- [first lines]
- Marco del Monte: Arrgh!
- Angelica: Something tells me your disposition isn't all it ought to be today.
- Marco del Monte: There's nothing wrong with my disposition that a little neck wringing wouldn't cure.
- [Angelica touches her hand to her throat and grimaces]
- Angelica: Oh, ah, anyone's neck in particular?
- Marco del Monte: Yes, there is - some idiot English ambassador who's on his way to Florence to lend de Medici a lot of money!
- [Angelica attempts to fix her hair and clothes after her battle with de Medici's men]
- Marco del Monte: Well, we'd better straighten up this mess.
- Angelica: ...Oh, for a moment, I thought you meant me.
- Duke de Medici: This is intolerable! Intolerable! It will take me years to repair the damage by that pompous meddling fool of an ambassador, to say nothing of the damage to my self-respect.
- Francesca: Do you think he'll like my address.
- Duke de Medici: What does it matter whether or not he likes your dress! May I remind you he is an Englishman, so do not expect him to be interested in anything but his-his bed-warming pan and-and-and his ale and he is probably incapable of anything but the grossest, grossest...
- [the English ambassador enters the room]
- Duke de Medici: Ah, my lord Ambassador.