Luisa. Oh! don’t be afraid; I won’t be a minute.
Giu. I tell you what I’ll do: while you’re dressing I’m going to throw myself on the bed to rest a little.... So when you are ready, just tell me.... I shall not be a minute dressing. (Exit, but goes on speaking behind the scenes.) Mind, I want you to look your best. What dress are you going to put on?
Luisa. The blue gauze.
Giu. All right.
Fran. (returning with the boots). Where’s the master?
Lau. In the bedroom. (Exit Francesco.)
Fran. (behind the scenes). Sir!
Giu. (in a sleepy voice). Let me alone.
Fran. The boots are here, sir.
Giu. Go away with you.