Countess. So negligent—so easy—not the lead awkward or embarrassed!
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. )