SCENE II.
A Parlour in the Castle.
The COUNTESS, the MARQUIS, and DON ANTONIO discovered sitting.
Antonio. And so, my Lord, you once thought of the army—Do you think you should stand your ground in a battle. ( Laughing to himself. )
Marquis. Sir! ( Surprized. )
Antonio. ( Aside. ) Damn me but she has a good leg.
Countess. Your Lordship seems formed for the service of a softer Deity; an occupation less perilous than that of war.
Antonio. Aye, that you do.
Marquis. Pardon me, Madam, the Deity you allude to, I fear may be yet more fatal, unless you will kindly fight on my side.
Antonio. Ha, ha, ha, I can't help laughing to think what a pretty soldier you would make—You look vastly like a soldier to be sure.—Ha, ha, ha.