Spado. Give me the cash, I must account for his pocket money.
[Apart to, and taking the Money from Fernando.
Ped. [Without.] Pedrillo! Pedrillo! sirrah!
Don Scipio. Run, don't you hear your master, you brace of rascals?—Fly!
[Exit Spado.
Don Scipio. [Looking out.] What an alteration!
Enter Pedrillo, richly dressed.
Ped. [To Fernando.] How now, sirrah! loitering here, and leave me to dress myself, hey!
[With great Authority.