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Spado. Business, my dear sir, business; all in our own way too, for I designed to let every man of you ' into the castle this very night, when all the family are in bed, and plunder's the word—Oh, such a delicious booty! pyramids of plate, bags of gold, and little chests of diamonds!
Sang. Indeed !
Spado. Sanguino, look at that closet,
Spado. A glorious prize!
Sang. Indeed !
Spado. Six chests of massy plate! Look, only look into the closet; wait here a moment, and I'll fetch _a master key that shall open every one of them. '
Don Czesar. Hey ! Let's see those chests,
Sang. Massy plate! Quick, quick, the master key,
Spado. I'll fetch it.
Sang. Do, but make haste, Spado.
Spado. I will, my dear boy.
[Exit SANGUINO and Don CzssAn. My good—-honest—Oh, you two thieves! [Aside.
Enter Don SCIPIO.
Don Scipio. Now, Spado, I—hey, where is my little dreamer? but why is this door open; this closet contains many valuables—Why will they leave it open‘? Let's see—- [Goes into the Closet.
Enter SrAno with a Pormantaau.
Spado. [As entering] lhave no key--However I have stol'n Don l;'ernando's portmanteau as a peaceOffering for these two rascals ! Are you there? What a pity the coming of my fellow-rogues ! I' should have bad the whole castle to myself—Oh, what a charming seat of work for a man of my industry—_[;S'pcaking at C10-set Doom] You find the chests ther 1;—-you may
convey them out at night, and as for cutting Don Scipio's throat—that I leave to—
Enter Don Scuno.
Spado. [z4side.] Oh, 2o1mdsl—-Yes, sir, as I was telling you.
Don Scipio. Of a little fellow, you have the worst dreams I ever heard.
Spado. Shocking sir—then I thought—
Don Scipio. Hold, hold, let me hear no more of your curst dreams.
Spado- I've got off, thanks to his credulity. [Aside.
Don Scipio. What portmanteau's that?
Spado. ’Sdeath, I'm on again ! [/hide,
Don Scipio. Fernando's I think.
Spado. [Afecting surprise] What, my master's?egad so it is.—But I wonder who could have brought it here.—Ay, ay, my fellow servant Pedrillo is now too grand to mind his business ;—And my master I find, though he has taken the habit, scorns the oflice of a servant—So I must look after the things myself.
Don Scipio. Ay, ay, take care of them.
Spado. Yes, sir, I'll take care of them l
Don Scipio. Ha ! ha! ha ! what a strange whimsical fellow this master of yours! with his plots and disguises.—Think to impose upon me too.—ButI think
Spado. [Looking arch/y at him.] That's more than I am. Don Scipio. So he pretends not to know you, though he has sent you here as a spy, to see what you can pick up?
_ Spado. Yes, sir, I came here to see what I can pick up. [Takes up t/ic Portmantea-u. Don Scipio. What an honest servant!—he has an eye to every thing! [Exit Don Scirio.
t to keep me so.
In the forest here hard by,
pado. But before I turn honest, I must get some,
But ere old, and grey my pate,
Don For. A wild scheme of my father's, to think of an alliance with this mad family; yes, Don Scipio’s brain is certainly touched beyond cure, his daughter, my cara sposa of Italy, don't suit my idea of what a wife should be—no, the lovely novice, this poor rela
tion of Dame Isabel, has caught my heart.
to-moi-row she's to be immured in a convent; what if I ask Dame Isabel, if—but she, and indeed Don Scipio, carry themselves very strangely towards me—I can't imagine wha.t's become of my rascal Pedrillo.
Enter PEDRILLO, in an elegant_ Morning Gown, Cap and Slippers. .
Ped. Strange, the respect I meet in this family. I hope we don’t take horse after my master's wedding. I should like to marry here myself,—before I unrobe I'll attack one of the maids !—Faith in very modish dress to go courting in,—hide my liveiy, and I am quite gallant.
Don Fer. Oh here's a gentleman Ihan't seen before! '
Ped. Tol de rol !
Don Fer. Pray, sir, may I—Pedrillo, [Surprised.] where have you—-hey ! what, ha ! ha ! ha! what's the matter with you !
Ped. Matter !—Why, sir, I don't know how it was, but somehow or other last night, I happened to sit down to a supper of only twelve covers, cracked two bottles of choice wine, slept in an embroider'd bed, where I sunk in down, and lay till this morning like a diamond in cotton.—So, indeed, sir, I don't linow what's the matter with me.
Don Fer. I can't imagine how, or what it all means.
Ped. Why, sir, Don Scipio, being a gentleman of discernment, perceives my worth, and values it.
Dan Fer. Then, sir, if you are a gentleman of such prodigious merit,‘be so obliging, with submission to your cap and gown, as to-—~pull offmy boots.
Vas. Sir, the ladies wait breakfast for you.
[To PanruLno, with great respect. Don Fer. My respects, I attend them. Vas. You! I mean his honour here. Ped. Oh, you mean my honour here. Don Fer. Well, but perhaps my good friend, I may
like a dish of chocolate as well as his honour here.