Monipodio
That sounds like Lavradi.
Quinola
Monipodio!—I thought that you had been—hanged!
Monipodio
I thought that you had been beaten to death in Africa.
Quinola
Alas, we have been beaten enough without going to Africa!
Monipodio
And do you dare to show yourself here?
Quinola You seem comfortable enough here. As for me, I have the king's pardon in my pocket, and while I am waiting for my patent of nobility I call myself Quinola.
Monipodio
I suppose you stole your pardon?
Quinola
Yes, from the king.
Monipodio
And have you seen the king? (He sniffs at him.) You smell of poverty—
Quinola
Like a poet's garret. And what are you doing?