Julio. [Aside.] This is lucky! I think I have heard, Donna Olivia, that your taste that way is peculiar; you are fond of a——'faith, I can hardly speak it, [Aside.]—of a——Jew's-harp. [Smothering a laugh.]
Min. A Jew's-harp! Mercy! What, do you think a person of my birth and figure, can have such fancies as that?——No, sir, I love fiddles, French horns, tabors, and all the cheerful, noisy instruments in the world.
Julio. [Aside.] Vincentio must have been mad; and I as mad as he, to mention it. Then you are fond of concerts, madam?
Min. Dote on them! I wish he'd offer me a ticket. [Aside.]
Julio. [Aside.] Vincentio is clearly wrong.—Now to prove how far the other was right, in supposing her a vixen.
Min. There is a grand public concert, sir, to be to-morrow. Pray, do you go?
Julio. I believe I shall have that pleasure, madam.
Min. My father, Don Cæsar, won't let me purchase a ticket: I think it's very hard.
Julio. Pardon me—I think it's perfectly right.
Min. Right! what, to refuse me a trifling expense, that would procure me a great pleasure?