Phil. He!
Ped. Yes, I'll give it him, my brave boy.
Phil. Him! Sir, didn't you say you were——
Ped. Never fear, child, Don Fernando shall have it.
Phil. Why, sir, an't you Don Fernando?
Ped. Me! not I, child—no, no, I'm not Fernando, but, my boy, I would go to the feast, but you have delayed the letter so long, that I have quite lost my stomach—Go, my fine boy.
Phil. Sir, I——
Ped. Go along, child, go! [Puts Philippo off.] however, Don Fernando shall attend you—but here comes my sposa—
Enter Lorenza, reading a Letter.