Cæsar. [Aside.] I wish thou may'st find her tongue so.
Enter Olivia, courtesies profoundly to each. r.
Daughter, receive Don Vincentio—his rank, fortune, and merit, entitle him to the heiress of a grandee; but he is contented to become my son-in-law, if you can please him. [Crosses, r. Olivia courtesies again.
Vin. Please me! she entrances me! Her presence thrills me like a cadenza of Pachierotti's, and every nerve vibrates to the music of her looks.
| Her step andante gently moves, |
| Pianos glance from either eye; |
| Oh how larghetto is the heart, |
| That charms so forté can defy! |
Donna Olivia, will you be contented to receive me as a lover?
Oliv. Yes, sir—No, sir.
Vin. Yes, sir! no, sir! bewitching timidity?
Cæsar. Yes, sir, she's remarkably timid,—She's in the right cue, I see. [Aside.]
Vin. 'Tis clear you have never travelled.—I shall be delighted to show you England.—You will there see how entirely timidity is banished the sex. You must affect a marked character, and maintain it at all hazards.