Flori.You?
Gobbo.Yes! Once a year
I am led through their ranks that they may see
What sort of thing’s a man! “See here!” she cries.
“See—this is what you lose in losing man!
This is a courtly knight—well born, well formed!”
(I’m comely, sirs; but, bless you, I’m no knight!)
“Look, girls,” she cries, “this is a courtly knight—
A type of all that’s beautiful in man!”
(aloud) And then they make me gibber, squeak, and mow;