Diego. (With great gallantry) As a sun-flower.
Juan. (To Idali) Your eyes are so soft and blue.
Diego. (To Amazili) Yours are so very roguish.
Juan. You smile so sweetly.
Diego. The coral of your lips is so alluring.
Juan. This hand is so soft.
Diego. This waist is so slender.
Amazili. (To Idali) Shall we run away?
Idali. I think we may as well stay a little.
Amazili. But are you certain that you are not men?—We must die if you deceive us.