Pardon me, madam, I have scarce recovered my astonishment at
your condescension, madam.--[_Aside_.] She has the devil's own
dimples, to be sure!
_Duen_. I do not wonder, sir, that you are surprised at my affability--
I own, signor, that I was vastly prepossessed against you, and, being
teased by my father, I did give some encouragement to Antonio; but
then, sir, you were described to me as quite a different person.
_Isaac_. Ay, and so you were to me, upon my soul, madam.
_Duen_. But when I saw you I was never more struck in my life.
_Isaac_. That was just my case, too, madam: I was struck all of a
heap, for my part.
_Duen_. Well, sir, I see our misapprehension has been mutual--you
expected to find me haughty and averse, and I was taught to believe
you a little black, snub-nosed fellow, without person, manners, or
address.
_Isaac_. [_Aside_.] Egad, I wish she had answered her picture as well!
_Duen_. But, sir, your air is noble--something so liberal in your
carriage, with so penetrating an eye, and so bewitching a smile!
_Isaac_. [_Aside_.] Egad, now I look at her again, I don't think she
is so ugly!
_Duen_. So little like a Jew, and so much like a gentleman!
_Isaac_. [_Aside_.] Well, certainly, there is something pleasing in
the tone of her voice.
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