Fontanares and Quinola.
(Fontanares, in a black robe girded by a leathern belt, works at his table. Quinola is checking the various parts of the machine.)
Quinola Though you wouldn't think it, senor, I also have been in love! Only when I have once understood the woman, I have always bade her good-bye. A full pot and bottle, ah! these never betray, and moreover, you grow fat on them. (He glances at his master.) Pshaw! He doesn't even hear me. There are three more pieces ready for the forge. (He opens the door.) Here is Monipodio!
SCENE SECOND
The same persons and Monipodio.
Quinola The last three pieces have come in. Bring the models and make duplicates of them, as a provision against accident.
(Monipodio beckons to Quinola from the passage; two men make their appearance.)
Monipodio Carry these away, boys, and not a sound! Vanish like spectres. This is worse than theft. (To Quinola) He is dead and buried in his work.
Quinola
He suspects nothing as yet.
Monipodio Neither they nor any one else suspect us. Each piece is wrapped up like a jewel and hidden in a cellar. But we need thirty ducats.