[The stone wall of Francesco's cabin greets you. Francesco's image, as usual, does not.]

Oh, hello. I did not see you there. I was far too busy being enamored with and enamoring Horatio Hornblower. Yes, we have united in mutual affection, so if you had previously rebuffed his advances do not think about changing your mind now. You have missed out entirely on the greatest of all loves and you have no one to blame but yourself. You could be the one on the receiving end of such passion as you could never have imagined, his honey words pouring into your ears and igniting your desires at all hours of the day and night, his eyes gazing into your eyes knowing you utterly. Also his face is symmetrical. That is nice to look at.

What I am saying is that you, whoever you hypothetically may be if you do in fact exist, have blown it. I will now return to the bliss which could have been yours, but is mine now. Never forget.

[And scene.]