Car. How often does the pretty young gentleman visit her?
Ped. Every day, sir—If he misses, madam's stark wild.
Car. Where does he live?
Ped. Truly, I know not, sir.
Car. How! [Menacing.]
Ped. By the honesty of my mother, I cannot tell, sir. She calls him Florio;—that's his christian name—his heathen name I never heard.
Car. You must acquaint me when they are next together.
Ped. Lord, sir, if there should be any blood spilt!
Car. Promise,—or I'll lead thee by the ears to the grotto.
Ped. I promise, I promise.