Min. Let me see—a good air, and well made—you are the man for a dancer. [To Garcia.]—Well dressed, and nicely put out of hands—you are the man for a bandbox. [Crosses to Vincentio.]—Handsome and bold—you are the man for my lady. [Crosses to Julio.]
Julio. My dear little Iris, here's all the gold in my pocket. Gentlemen, I wish you a good night—I am your very obedient, humble—
[Stalking by them, with his arm round Minette.
Gar. Pho! pr'ythee, don't be a fool. Are we not going to Donna Olivia?
Julio. Donna Olivia must wait, my dear boy; we can decide about her to-morrow. Come along, my little dove of Venus!
[Exit, l.
Gar. What a rash fellow it is! ten to one but this is some common business, and he'll be robbed and murdered—they take him for a stranger.
Vin. Let's follow, and see where she leads him.
Gar. That's hardly fair: however, as I think there's danger, we will follow.
[Exit, l.