“Are you afraid I am going to eat you?”
“No, I am not afraid of you nor of him you serve.”
“Ah! your mother was from Licodia, we all know that. Your blood boils quickly! Oh! I could eat you up with my eyes!”
“Then eat me up with your eyes, and leave no crumbs; but meanwhile pick up that bundle of twigs for me.”
“For your sake I would pick up the whole house, that I would!”
To hide her blushes, she threw at him the fagot she happened to have in her hands, but for a wonder missed him.
“Cut it short! Talking doesn’t bind fagots.”
“If I was rich, I should be looking for a wife just like you, Santa!”
“I shall not marry a crowned head, as Mistress Lola did; but I shall have my dower, as well as she, when the Lord sends me the right man.”
“We know that you are rich, yes, we know that!”