On Never Thinks of Everything,

Do not trust that, one must always assume young girls have three times more wit than they show. Give me that.

(Mr. Tue takes and leafs through the book, using Margarita's glasses.)

MARGARITA.

Do you take me for a fool

There is, Sir, no ruse

That a girl knows how to use,

That can deceive me.

I am a native of Ragusa,

And I arrive from Syracuse.

In vain would a young girl try

To employ

Skill,

Finesse,

Suppleness,

Simplicity,

Tears,

Pains,

Moods,

Vapors a period term for female hysteria or melancholy;

Nothing can touch me,

I am as hard as a rock.

I am a native of Ragusa,

And I arrive from Syracuse.