oh, signor pancrazio, if you knew what has just happened to me. reveal all to me freely. naturally, you can trust me completely. i will tell you, signore. you know, of course, that my father has decided that i'm to marry a venetian. what you do not know is the man's a fool, a presumptuous fool. presumption is only to be expected from foolish people. my father insisted on my speaking with him. bad. he actually left me all alone with him. still worse. and then this fellow... yes, yes. oh, i can imagine. ...in the most indecent words. smooth and glib, no doubt. yes, signore. then he attempted some immodesty? - exactly. - continue. what took place? he offended me so much that i slapped his face. ooh. oh, what a good, what a wise, what an exemplary girl you are. oh, heroic hand. oh, illustrious and glorious hand. on this hand, allow me with reverence and admiration to imprint a kiss. it merits your approval then, the way i showed my resentment? oh, you must continue. you must go on slapping them in the face. you must accustom yourself to despising these young scoundrels. and if