Pietro. Slave! (Vainly.) I greet you.
(Bows grandly.)
Smarda. A-ha!... So!
Pietro. I, Pietro, as you see,
Who, you're aware, am sought
Of all the loveliest
Attendant on the lords and high of Venice.
Smarda. Yes.... Ha!
Pietro. "The gentle Pietro," they say.
You may remember.
Smarda. Ha!
Pietro. "Proud Pietro!"
And then they sigh.
Smarda. Sigh. But you've papers—