Marquis. Egad, I think you as little embarrassed to the full. (Aside.) My dear Madam, your charming society has inspired me. (Salutes her.)
Countess. Now, if you were really a man, what would you deserve for that?
Marquis. Madam! (Astonished.)
Countess. I say, if you were really a man, what would you deserve for that freedom?
Marquis. Really a man! Why?—What?—Don't I look like a man?
Countess. Yes—that you do—and a sweet pretty man—Come, come, don't be frightened—shake hands—I forgive you—forgive you all your impertinence—and, carry the jest as far as you will, I am resolved not to be angry.
Marquis. I am very much obliged to you—infinitely obliged to you—I assure you this favour—this honour.—I don't know what to say—She absolutely puts me out of countenance. (Aside.)
Countess. What confused?—Come, resume your gaiety—Come, come—
Marquis. Come, come, then. (seizing her.)
Enter DON ANTONIO.