[Bows obsequiously.
Don Juan. Who's dog are you?
Spado. How do you do, signor?
Don Juan. Why, are you a physician?
Spado. Me a physician! Alack-a-day, no, your honour, I am poor Spado.
Don Juan. Where's Don Scipio? What the devil, is this his hospitality? he has heard that I am here?
Spado. He hear! Ah, poor gentleman—hear! his misfortune!
Don Juan. Misfortune! What, he's married again?
Spado. At the brink.