Pet. Remain here, Signior, whilst I step and fetch a light.
Tick. Do so, do so, honest Barberacho.—Well, my escape even now from Sir Signal was miraculous, thanks to my Prudence and Prowess; had he discover’d me, my Dominion had ended, and my Authority been of none effect, certo.
[Philippa at the door puts in Sir Signal.
Phil. Now, Signior, you’re out of danger, I’ll fetch a Candle, and let my Lady know of your being here.
[Exit Phil. Sir Sig. advances a little.
Enter Petro with a light, goes between ‘em, and starts.
Tick. Sir Signal!—
Sir Sig. My Governour!
Pet. The two Fools met! a pox of all ill luck! Now shall I lose my Credit with both my wise Patrons; my Knight I cou’d have put off with a small Harlot of my own, but my Levite having seen my Lady Cornelia, that is, La Silvianetta,—none but that Susanna wou’d satisfy his Eldership. But now they both sav’d me the labour of a farther invention to dispatch ‘em.
Sir Sig. I perceive my Governour’s as much confounded as my self;—I’ll take advantage by the forelock, be very impudent, and put it upon him, faith—Ah, Governour, will you never leave your whoring? never be staid, sober and discreet, as I am?