“Yes, good my lord, and I am the bride.”
“A lovely bride! And who’s the bridegroom?”
“So please you, at your service, here, I call myself Masetto.”
“Spoken bravely!”
“O rare! he hath the build of a husband, hath he not?”
Here the little bride, who was a little vain, and who rather plumed herself upon talking to a grandee, said, “Masetto hath an excellent heart.”
“And also have I, so we should be friends; and, prythee, what do they call thee?”
“Zerlina, so please you.”
“And so please you, I call myself Masetto.”
For truth to tell, the little rustic was growing jealous.