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Enter PEDRILLO, richly dressed. Ped. (To Fernando.] How now, sirrah ! loitering here, and leave me to dress myself, hey!

With great Authority. Don Fer. Sir, I was

(With Humility. Ped. Was ! --and are--and will be, a lounging rascal, but you fancy you are still in your finery, 'you idle vagabond !

Don Scipio. Bless me, Don Fernando is very pas• sionate, just like his father.

Don Fer. [ Aside.] The fellow, I see, will play his part to the top

Ped. Well, Don Scipio, -A hey! an't I the man for the ladies? [Strutting.) I am, for I have studied Ovid's Art of Love.

Don Scipio. Yes, and Ovid's Metamorphoses toe, ha! ha! ha!

Ped. (Aside.]. He! he! he! what a sneaking figure my poor master cuts !-Egad! I'll

pay

him back all his domineering over me!Pedrillo !

Don Fer. Your honour.
Ped. Fill this box with Naquatoch. (Gives Box.
Don Fer. Yes, sir.

[Going.
Ped. Pedrillo !
Don Fer. Sir ?
Ped. Perfume iny handkerchief.
Don Fer. Yes, sir.

(Going Ped. Pedrillo ! Don Fer. Sir ? Ped. Get me a toothpick. Don Fer. Yes, sir.

[Going. Ped. Pedrillo ! Don Fer. Aside.] What an impudent dog !-Sir? Prd. Nothing - Abscond.

Don Fer. (Aside.) If thiş be my picture, I blush for the original.

Ped. Master, to be like you, do let me give you one kick.

[ Aside to FERNANDO. Don Fer. What! Ped. Why, I won't hurt you

much. Don Fer. I'll break

your
bones, you

villain.
Ped. Ahem! Tol de rol.
Don Scipio. Pedrillo !
Ped. Sir ?

(Forgetting himself..
Don Fer. (Apart.] What are you at, you rascal?
Ped. Ay, what are you at, you rascal? avoid !
Don Fer. I'm

gone,
sir:

[Erit. Ped. Cursed ill-natured of him, not to let me give him one kick.

Aside. Don Scipio. Don Fernando, I like you vastly.

Ped. So you ought.--Tol de rol. Who could now suspect me to be the son of a tailor, and that, four hours ago,

I was a footman ? (Aside.] Tol de rol. Don Scipio. Son-in-law, you're a flaming beau !Egad, you have a princely person.

Ped. All the young girls-whenever I got behind

Inside of a coach, -All the ladies of distinction, whether they were making their beds, or dressing the-dressing themselves at the toilette, would run to the windows,-peep through their fingers, their fans I mean, simper behind their handkerchiefs, and lisp out in the softest, sweetest tones, “Oh, dear me, upon my honour and reputation, there is not such a beautiful gentleman in the world, as this same Don Pedrill Fernando."

Don Scipio. Ha! ha! ha! can't forget Pedrillo.But come, ha' done with your Pedrillos now be yourself, son-in-law,

Ped: Yes, I will be yourself, son-in-law, you are sure of that honour, Don Scipio ; but pray, what for• tune am I to have with your daughter? You are a grey-headed old fellow, Don Scipio, and by the course of nature, you know, you cannot live long.

Don Scipio. Pardon me, sir, I don't know any such thing..

Ped. So when we put a stone upon your head
Don Scipio. Put a stone upon my head !

Ped. Yes, when you are settled-screwed down, I shall have your daughter to maintain, you know.

Don Scipio. (Aside.) A narrow-minded spark !

Ped. Not that I would think much of that, I am so generous. Don Scipio. Yes, generous as a Dutch usurer!

[Aside. Ped. The truth is, Don Scipio, I was always & smart young gentleman.

[Dances and sings. Don Scipio. A hey! Since Don Fernando turns out to be such a coxcomb, 'faith, I am not sorry that my own child has escaped him :-A convent itself is better than a marriage with a monkey.-The poor thing's fortune though!-And then my son, I begin now to think I was too hard upon Cæsar-to compare him with this puppy-but I must forget my children, Dame Isabel will have me upon no other terms.

(Aside. Ped. D’ye hcar, Don Scipio, let us have a plentiful feast.

Don Scipio. Was ever such a conceited, empty, impudent

(Exit. Ped. Yes, I'm a capital fellow, ha! ha! So my fool of a master sets his wits to work after a poor girl, that, I am told, they are packing into a convent, and he dresses me up as himself, to carry the rich Italian heiress, Donna Victoria-Well, I'm not a capital fellow; but I was made for a gentlemangentleman ! I'm the neat pattern for a lord I have a little honour about me a bit of love too; ay, and a scrap of courage, perhaps-hem! I wish I'd a ri. val to try it though-od, I think I could fight at any weapon, from a needle to a hatchet:

Enter PHILIPPO, with a Letter and Basket. Phil. Signor, are you Don Fernando de Zelva ? Ped. Yes, boy.

Phil. Here's a letter for you, sir, from Don Alphonso.

Ped. I don't know any Don Alphonso, boy. What's the letter about?

Phil. I think, sir, 'tis to invite you to a feast.

Ped. A feast !-Oh, I recollect now-Don Alphonso, what! my old acquaintance ! give it me, boy.

Phil. But, are you sure, sir, you're Don Fernando ?

Ped. Sure, you dog! don't you think I know myself?-let's see, let's see-[Opens the Letter, and reads.] Signor, though you seem ready to fall on to a love-feast, I hope a small repast in the field won't spoil your sto, mach-Oh, this is only a snack before supper-I shall be at six o'clock this evening-You dog, it's past six Dow_in the meadow, near the cottage of the vines, where I expect you'll meet me Oh, dear I shall be too late!-As you aspire to Donna Victoriu, your sword must be long enough to reach my heart, Alphonso.' My sword long enough! [Frightened.] Oh, the devil ! Feast ! Zounds, this is a downright challenge!

Phil. I beg your pardon, signor, but if I hadn't met my sweetheart, Catilina, you would have had that letter two hours

ago. Ped. Oh, you have given it time enough, my brave boy.

Phil. Well, sir, you'll come?
Ped. Eh? Yes, I dare say

he ll come.
Phil. He !
Ped. Yes, I'll give it him, my brave boy.
Phil. Him! Sir, didn't you say you were

Ped. Never fear, child, Don Fernando shall have it.

Phil. Why, sir, an't you Don Fernando ?

Ped. Me! not I, child-no, no, I'm not Fernando, but, my boy, I would go to the feast, but you have delayed the letter so long, that I have quite lost my stomach-Go, my fine boy.

Phil. Sir, 1

Ped. Go along, child, go! [Pats PHILIPPO off.] however, Don Fernando shall attend you-but here comes my sposa.

Enter LORENZA, reading a Letter.

Dearest LORENZA,

By accident I heard of your being in the castle If you don't wish to be the instrument of your mother's imposition, an impending blow, which means you no harm, this night shall discover an important secret, relative to him, who desires to resign even life itself, if

not your

RAMIREZ.

My love! (Kisses the Letter.) I wish to be nothing, if not your Lorenza; this foolish Fernando! [Looking at PEDRILLO.] but, ha! ha! ha! I'll amuse myself with him-looks tolerably now he's dressed - Dot so agreeable as my discarded lover Alphonso, though, .

Aside, Ped. I'll accost her with elegance-How do you do, signora?

Lor. Very well, sir, at your service.-Dresses exactly like Prince Radifocani.

Ped. Now I'll pay her a fine compliment—Signora, you're a clever little body-Will you sit down, signora ?

[Hands a Chair. Lor. So polite too! Ped. Oh, I admire politeness.

[Sits. Lor. This would not be good manners in Florence, though.

Ped. Oh! (Rises.) I beg pardon-Well, sit in that

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