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_Don Fer._ Oh, then the fellow has found his way at last. Don Scipio--Ladies--excuse me a moment.
[_Exit FERNANDO._
_Lor._ What a charming fellow!
_Don Scipio._ What an impudent rascal!
_Ped._ [_Without._] Is my master this way?
_Don Scipio._ Master! ay, this is Fernando.
_Enter PEDRILLO, with a Portmanteau._
_Ped._ Oh dear! I've got among the gentlefolks--I ask pardon.
_Isab._ How well he does look and act the servant!
_Don Scipio._ Admirable; yet I perceive the grandee under the livery.
_Isab._ Please to sit, sir.
[_With great respect._
_Lor._ A livery servant sit down by me!
_Don Scipio._ Pray sit down, sir.
[_Ceremoniously._
_Ped._ Sit down! [_Sits._] Oh, these must be the upper servants of the family--her ladys.h.i.+p here is the housekeeper, I suppose--the young tawdry t.i.t, lady's maid--(Hey, her mistress throws off good clothes,) and Old Whiskers, Don Scipio's butler.
[_Aside._
_Enter DON FERNANDO._
_Don Fer._ Pedrillo! how! seated! what means this disrespect?
_Ped._ Sir, [_Rises to him._] Old Whiskers, the butler there, asked me to sit down by Signora the waiting-maid here.
_Don Fer._ Sirrah!
_Ped._ Yes, sir.
_Don Scipio._ Sir and sirrah! how rarely they act their parts! I'll give them an item, though, that I understand the plot of their comedy.
[_Aside._
AIR VIII.--QUINTETTO.
D. Scipio. _Signor!_ [To PEDRILLO.]
_Your wits must be keener,_ _Our prudence to elude,_ _Your fine plot,_ _Tho' so pat,_ _Will do you little good._
Ped. _My fine plot!_ _I'm a sot,_ _If I know what_ _These gentlefolks are at._
Fer. _Past the perils of the night,_ _Tempests, darkness, rude alarms;_ _Phoebus rises clear and bright,_ _In the l.u.s.tre of your charms._
Lor. _O, charming, I declare,_ _So polite a cavalier!_ _He understands the duty_ _And homage due to beauty._
D. Scipio. _Bravo! O bravissimo!_
Lor. _Caro! O carissimo!_ _How sweet his honey words,_ _How n.o.ble is his mien!_
D. Scipio. _Fine feathers make fine birds,_ _The footman's to be seen._ _But both deserve a basting!_
Ped. _Since morning I've been fasting._
D. Scipio. _Yet I could laugh for anger._
Ped. _Oh, I could cry for hunger._
D. Scipio. _I could laugh._
Ped. _I could cry._
D. Scipio. _I could quaff._
Ped. _So could I._
D. Scipio. _Ha! ha! ha! I'm in a fit._
Ped. _Oh, I could pick a little bit._
D. Scipio. _Ha! ha! ha!_
Ped. _Oh! oh! oh!_
Lor. _A very pleasant party!_
D. Fer. _A whimsical reception!_
D. Scipio. _A whimsical deception!_ _But master and man, accept a welcome hearty._
D. Fer.} _Accept our thanks sincere, for such a welcome hearty._ Ped. }
ACT THE SECOND.
