[With contempt.] Pertinax, forsooth! Come with me, Quartilla! [Quartilla goes with him.]
Tertulla.
[Also with contempt.] Pertinax, indeed! My father informed me of his presumptuous proposal! Shall one who has been honoured by a god put on the saffron-coloured wedding veil and slippers for a gardener? [Pertinax appears at the door.]
Valentinus.
But such a gardener! [Indicating the flowers.]
Tertulla.
[In surprise.] Oh! How came these here? Flowers that by the grace of Faunus, blossom for Tertulla while the gardens of others are still a barren waste!
Valentinus.
Brought by the human deputy of the divinity ... good Pertinax!