EDSTASTON. It is not the English custom.

PATIOMKIN. You have no hearts, you English! [Slapping his right
breast.] Heart! Heart!

EDSTASTON. Pardon, your Highness: your heart is on the other
side.

PATIOMKIN [surprised and impressed]. Is it? You are learned! You
are a doctor! You English are wonderful! We are barbarians,
drunken pigs. Catherine does not know it; but we are. Catherine's
a German. But I have given her a Russian heart [he is about to
slap himself again.]

EDSTASTON [delicately]. The other side, your Highness.

PATIOMKIN [maudlin]. Darling, a true Russian has a heart on both
sides.

The Sergeant enters carrying a goblet filled with precious
stones.

PATIOMKIN. Get out. [He snatches the goblet and kicks the
Sergeant out, not maliciously but from habit, indeed not noticing
that he does it.] Darling, have some diamonds. Have a fistful.
[He takes up a handful and lets them slip back through his
fingers into the goblet, which he then offers to Edstaston.]

EDSTASTON. Thank you, I don't take presents.