Cæsar. So, she knows how to give an item, I find.
Mar. Pray, signor, have you any commands for me?
Cæsar. Hum!—not nonpluss'd at all! [Looks around.] Oh! that eye, I don't like that eye.
Mar. My father commanded me——
Cæsar. Yes, I know—I know. [To her.] Why, now I look again, there is a sort of a modest—Oh, that smile; that smile will never do. [Aside.]
Mar. I understand, signor, that you have demanded my hand in marriage.
Cæsar. Upon my word, plump to the point! [Aside.] Yes, I did a sort of—I can't say but that I did——
Mar. I am not insensible of the honour you do me, sir, but—but——
Cæsar. But!—What, don't you like the thoughts of the match?
Mar. Oh, yes, sir, yes—exceedingly. I dare not say no. [Aside.]