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| Pantalone: That'll teach him to try to marry Isabella. Marry Isabella! Oh, no! Who's going to marry Isabella? Isabella: Father, there's always Leandro. Pantalone: Leandro! He's not good enough for you. He's poor! He's lazy! He's short! And he's . . . he's . . . Isabella: It's almost sundown. Pantalone: (resigned). . . better than nothing. All right, daughter. Isabella: Thank you, father! Oh, thank you! Leandro: Thank you, signor Pantalone. You won't regret this. |