Spado. [Apart to Fernando.] You see he's at the ring again.
Don Scipio. Come, let me have it, lad; I'll give you a better thing, but that ring belonged to my deceased lady.
Spado. [To Fernando.] His deceased lady!—Ay, there's the touch.
Don Fer. Poor gentleman!
[Aside.
Don Scipio. Do let me have it—Zounds, here's five pistoles, and the gold of the ring is not worth a dollar.
Spado. We always humour him; give him this ring, and take the money.
[Apart.—Gives Fernando a Ring.
Don Fer. [Presents it to Don Scipio.] There, sir.
Don Scipio [Gives Money.] And there, sir—Oh, you mercenary rascal! [Aside.] I knew 'twas in the purse I gave you last night in the forest.