Frate. Demonio! what dost mean?
Assunta. He tells me never to sit up waiting, but to say my prayers and dream of the Virgin.
Frate. As if it was any business of his! Does he put out his lamp himself?
Assunta. To be sure he does: why should not he? what should he be afraid of? It is not winter: and beside, there is a mat upon the floor, all round the bed, excepting the top and bottom.
Frate. I am quite convinced he never said anything to make you blush. Why are you silent?
Assunta. I have a right.
Frate. He did then? ay? Do not nod your head: that will never do. Discreet girls speak plainly.
Assunta. What would you have?
Frate. The truth; the truth; again, I say, the truth.
Assunta. He did then.