Charomonte. Make your approaches boldly; you will find
A courteous entertainment. (Contarino kneels.)
Giovanni. Pray you, forbear
My hand, good signior; 'tis a ceremony
Not due to me. 'Tis fit we should embrace
With mutual arms.
Contarino. It is a favour, sir,
I grieve to be denied.
Giovanni. You shall o'ercome;
But 'tis your pleasure, not my pride, that grants it.