Giu. They are those that ass of a tailor made.... I kept them out of charity, but I never meant to wear them ... never!
Luisa. Oh! they can’t be those.
(Enter Giuliano from the bedroom.)
Giu. Can’t they? I tell you it is the very pair.
Luisa. But do be persuaded....
Giu. Persuaded, indeed! Why, of course they are the same; and if you don’t give me another pair I shall not come.
Luisa. And I tell you that I don’t feel the least bit inclined to pull all the things out of another trunk.... It’s nothing but excuses to make me stay at home. But anyway——
Giu. Oh, heavens! another sermon! No, no—do be quiet. I’ll resign myself, and try to endure.... Francesco, my boots! (He puts them on at the back of the stage, turning his back on the audience.) Gracious, how tight they are!... curses on that shoemaker! How am I to hold out with my feet in these? (Rises and walks about stiffly and clumsily.)
Luisa. Another excuse!
Giu. Excuse! I tell you it feels as though I had my feet in a vice. I can’t move.