and brushes against Monipodio).


Monipodio
Who is it dares to tread on my shoes?

Quinola (in ragged array)
A gentleman, who does not wear any.

Monipodio
That sounds like Lavradi.

Quinola
Monipodio!--I thought that you had been--hanged!

Monipodio
I thought that you had been beaten to death in Africa.

Quinola
Alas, we have been beaten enough without going to Africa!

Monipodio
And do you dare to show yourself here?

Quinola
You seem comfortable enough here. As for me, I have the king's pardon
in my pocket, and while I am waiting for my patent of nobility I call
myself Quinola.

Monipodio