ACT IV.
SCENE I.—Donna Laura's.
Enter Donna Laura and Pedro, r.
Laura. Well, Pedro, hast thou seen Don Florio?
Ped. Yes, Donna.
Laura. How did he look when he read my letter?
Ped. Mortal well; I never see'd him look better—he'd got a new cloak, and a——
Laura. Pho, blockhead! did he look pleased? did he kiss my name? did he press the billet to his bosom with all the warmth of love?
Ped. No, he didn't warm in that way; but he did another, for he put it into the fire.
Laura. How!
Ped. Yes, when I spoke, he started, for, I think, he had forgot that I was by—So, says he, go home and tell Donna Laura, I fly to her presence.