Perde 4
[Textpart 4]
She has trod upon my toes.
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STALINO
I’ll compliment her, as it were. A mist is not so soft as is— her breast.
A pretty little bosom, upon my faith. (CHALINUS gives him a thrust with his elbow, on which he roars out.) Woe to unfortunate me!
OLYMPIO
What’s the matter?
STALINO
She struck me in the breast with her elbow.
OLYMPIO
Why then, pray, do you maul her about? But she does not do so to me, who touch her gently.
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STALINO
What’s the matter?
OLYMPIO
Prithee, how robust she is! she has almost laid me flat with her elbow.
STALINO
She wishes, then, to go to bedTo go to bed: There is a childish play here on the words cubito, with her elbow, and cubitum. to go to bed..
OLYMPIO
Nay but, why don’t we be off?
STALINO
My pretty, pretty little dear!
