Enter Antonio—She courtesys
Antonio. Hah!—what!—what is all this!—what have we here?—what have we here?—a pretty girl—a very pretty girl indeed!—My niece's new maid, I suppose—Aye, aye, I had the other sent about her business—She must be like her mistress forsooth, and have nothing to say to a man—(going up to Flora) My dear, come this way—I think your's is a new face—
Flora. Yes, Sir—and I think your's is an old one.
Antonio. Hem—hem.—Pray what is your name?
Flora. A very good name—and I intend never to change it for a bad one.—
Antonio. Look in my face—What do you blush for?
Flora. For you.
Antonio. Come, come, no pertness—but let me bid you welcome to the castle. (offers to salute her.)
Flora. No, indeed you shan't.
Antonio. I will bid you welcome to the castle. (after a struggle he salutes her.)