(Exit.)
Giu. (within). Luisa, pity me! I am putting my feet back into the vice!
Luisa. For so sweet a cause one can suffer anything!
Giu. (within). Ah!... May you be bitten by a mad dog!
Luisa. What’s the matter?
Giu. That idiot of a Francesco has just tenderly trodden on my foot with one of his iron-heeled boots.
Fran. (within). I beg your pardon, sir; but would you please reflect that it was you who put your foot under my heel?
Giu. And hurt your heel, eh?
Lau. (laughing). I think, ma’am, the scenes that take place in this house, especially this evening ... I must say it is a pity people can’t see them in the theatre!
(Enter Giuliano in his shirt sleeves, followed by Francesco.)