Grim. (drawing his stiletto) Feel the point of that stiletto!
Todd. No, no!—I can perfectly imagine the sharpness of your Italian irony!
Grim. Hist! they’re coming. Remember—if you marry her—
Lifts his stiletto threateningly and exit, L. 2 E., as Jacopo and Marietta enter, R. 2 E.
Jaco. (R. C.) Well, signor, are you ready to accept my niece?
Todd. Why—a—I may say—I have no personal objection—(looks at her—aside) Positively beautiful!—But there’s a party—
Mari. (R., putting her fingers to her lips) Hush!
Todd. (L. C.) Oh!—ah! (to Jacopo) Allow me to speak a few words to Marietta.
Jacopo makes a gesture of assent, and exits, R. 3 E.
I’ve seen the party.