Aur. You are so covetous, you might have put ’em off, but now ’tis too late.
Pet. Put off! Are these Fools to be put off think ye? a fine Fop Englishman, and an old doating Grandee?—No, I cou’d put the old trick on ’em still, had she been here but to have entertain’d ’em: but hark, one knocks, ’tis Carlo on my Life—
Enter Carlo, gives Petronella Gold.
Car. Let this plead for me.
Pet. Sweet Don, you are the most eloquent Person.
Car. I would regale to night—I know it is not mine, but I’ve sent five hundred Crowns to purchase it, because I saw another bargaining for’t; and Persons of my Quality must not be refus’d: you apprehend me.
Pet. Most rightly—[that was the Reason then she came] so out of Humour home—and is gone to Bed in such a sullen Fit.
Car. To Bed, and all alone! I would surprize her there. Oh how it pleases me to think of stealing into her Arms like a fine Dream, Wench, hah.
Aur. ’Twill be a pleasant one, no doubt.
Pet. He lays the way out how he’ll be cozen’d. [Aside.] —[The Seigniora perhaps may be angry], Sir, but I’ll venture that to accommodate you; and that you may surprize her the more readily, be pleased to stay in my Chamber, till you think she may be asleep.