Signiorina Columbina, my unworthy eyes are truly blessed with the sight of your ethereal beauty. I kneel before you in homage to all which is pefection in nature.
Five hundred ducats!
It's a beginning.
Master, are you sure you want me to tell you?
No. I have a "hmmm."
I have it!
No. Too stupid.
No. Too dangerous.
And perfect. Absolutely foolproof!
Not here. Too many eyes and ears of the piazza. Master, return home. Await me there. Signiorina Columbina, go at at once to Don Poccolino and beg for the bliss of marriage to Pantalone.
Trust me! Demand that the bond be sealed tomorrow at sunrise! Implore the Don to contact Pantalone immediately so that the marriage contract can be drawn this very day. Leave the rest to me. Hurry now. Time works against us. Master, Farewell!
I'm counting on it. Farewell, Signiorina Columbina.
I'm counting on it. Farewell.
I'm afraid we have no time for a lengthy and romantic exit.
This plot's been thickening for about half an hour now. It's time to bring things to a speedy, and hopefully happy, conclusion. You see? You were wrong about me. Why, this escapade will surely get me through Saint Peter's Gate with a pat on the back from Peter himself.
Ah. Harlequino's fragrant shroud. Harlequino?! I forgot all about him. Where could he have gone? Something must have happened.... I wonder...