Peter Fullone and the Egg—Petru Fudduni e l’ovu

“How can I arrange things so that I get to speak to him?” she said. “The new bride is going to lose her husband, and he is going to lose his life. How am I going to bring this about? First, I’ll dress up like a man with a guitar slung over my shoulder. Then, I’ll go strolling under the palace window, and I’ll take care of what comes after that.”