A Bold Stroke for a Husband.
ACT I.
SCENE I.—A Street in Madrid.
Enter Sancha from a House, r. d. She advances, then runs back, and beckons to Pedro within.
San. Hist! Pedro! Pedro!
Enter Pedro, r. d.
There he is: dost see him? just turning by St. Antony in the corner. Now, do you tell him that your mistress is not at home; and if his jealous donship should insist on searching the house, as he did yesterday, say that somebody is ill—the black has got a fever, or that——
Ped. Pho, pho, get you in. Don't I know that the duty of a lacquey in Madrid is to lie with a good grace? I have been studying it now for a whole week, and I'll defy don or devil to surprise me into a truth. Get you in, I say—here he comes.
[Exit Sancha, r. d. f.
Enter Carlos, l.
[Pedro struts up to him.] Donna Laura is not at home, sir.