Flora. That ring must be mine. Well, Lissardo, what haste you make to pay off arrears now? Look how the fellow stands!
Liss. Egad! methinks I have a very pretty hand—and very white—and the shape! Faith! I never minded it so much before! In my opinion it is a very fine shaped hand, and becomes a diamond ring as well as the first grandee's in Portugal.
Flo. The man's transported! Is this your love? This your impatience?
Liss. (Takes snuff.) Now in my mind, I take snuff with a very jaunty air. Well, I am persuaded I want nothing but a coach and a title to make me a very fine gentleman.
(Struts about.)
Flo. Sweet Mr. Lissardo, (curtseying,) if I may presume to speak to you, without affronting your little finger—
Liss. Do so, Madam, I ask your pardon. Is it to me or to the ring you direct your discourse, Madam?
Flo. Madam! Good lack! how much a diamond ring improves one!
Liss. Why, tho' I say it, I can carry myself as well as anybody. But what wert thou going to say, child?
Flo. Why, I was going to say, that I fancy you had best let me keep that ring; it will be a very pretty wedding-ring.