Ped. Oh, I admire politeness.
[Sits.
Lor. This would not be good manners in Florence, though.
Ped. Oh! [Rises.] I beg pardon—Well, sit in that chair; I'll assure you, Donna Victoria, I don't grudge a little trouble for the sake of good manners.
[Places another Chair.
Lor. Voi cette motto gentile.
[Courtesies.
Ped. Yes, I sit on my seat genteelly—I find I understand a good deal of Italian—Now to court her—hem! hem! what shall I say? Hang it, I wish my master had gone through the whole business, to the very drawing of the curtains.—I believe I ought to kneel though—[Aside.—Kneels.]—Oh, you most beautiful goddess, you angelic angel!
[Repeats.
For you, my fair, I'd be a rose,