Frondoso: My lovely Laurencia; why are you so cold toward me? Every time I try to see you or to hear you you speak I feel as if I am taking my life in my hands. You never reward me with one word of hope, and yet you know that my desire and my intention is to be your husband.

Laurencia: What should I do?

Frondoso: Laurencia, how can you see me in such agony, not eating, not drinking, not sleeping, for thinking of you, and still have no pity on me? How can your angel’s face be so harsh toward me? I mean it, Laurencia, you will drive me mad.

Laurencia: Then you had best try the apothecary. He might give you a remedy for madness.

Frondoso: You are the only apothecary that can cure me, and the remedy would be the two of us cooing happily together …

Laurencia: Beak to beak?

Frondoso: After the