grapes said, 'How beautiful you are, racinedda mia,' my little grape!"
"Ohè! hands off, compare Turiddu!"
"Are you afraid that I will eat you?"
"I'm not afraid of you or of your God."
"Eh! your mother was from Licodia, we all know that! You have quarrelsome blood. Uh! How I could eat you with my eyes!"
"Eat me then with your eyes, for we should not have a crumb left, but meantime help me up with this bundle."
"I would lift up the whole house for you, yes, I would!"
She, so as not to blush, threw at him a stick of wood which was within reach, and by a miracle did n't hit him.
"Let's have done, for chattering never picked grapes."
"If I were rich I should try to get a wife like you, gnà Santa."
"I shall never marry a crowned king like gnà Lola, but I have my dowry as well as
