Don Fer. Sir, I was——
[With Humility.
Ped. Was!—and are—and will be, a lounging rascal, but you fancy you are still in your finery, you idle vagabond!
Don Scipio. Bless me, Don Fernando is very passionate, just like his father.
Don Fer. [Aside.] The fellow, I see, will play his part to the top.
Ped. Well, Don Scipio,—A hey! an't I the man for the ladies? [Strutting.] I am, for I have studied Ovid's Art of Love.
Don Scipio. Yes, and Ovid's Metamorphoses too, ha! ha! ha!
Ped. [Aside.] He! he! he! what a sneaking figure my poor master cuts!—Egad! I'll pay him back all his domineering over me.—Pedrillo!
Don Fer. Your honour?
Ped. Fill this box with Naquatoch.