Marquis. Don Antonio, this insolence shall receive the correction it deserves. ( Draws. )
Countess. She is not in earnest, sure. ( Aside. )
Antonio. I have received many a blow from a Lady, but never such a one as this!
Marquis. Do you dare to call me a Lady again, Sir?
Antonio. A Lady, oh no—you are a tyger, a fury—
Marquis. I never met with such usage!—Damnation!
Antonio. What a profligate she is! I did not think such a word could come out of a woman's mouth!
Marquis. How, Sir!—Dare to say that again, and I'll nail you to the wall.
Antonio. ( Retreating. ) Why, what is all this about? I won't fight—I only drew my sword to frighten you.
Marquis. To frighten me!—Did you think I was to be frightened?