Spado. "And, (continued he) Spado, I appoint you my trusty spy in this Don Scipio's family; to cover our designs, let it be a secret that you belong to me, and I sha'n't seem even to know you—You'll easily get a footing in the family (says he) by imposing some lie or other upon a foolish woman, I'm told, is in the castle. Dame Isabel I think they call her."
Isab. He shall find I am not so easily imposed upon.
Spado. I said so, madam; says I, a lady of Dame Isabel's wisdom must soon find me out, was I to tell her a lie.
Isab. Ay, that I should, sir.
Enter Vasquez.
Vas. Oh, madam! my master is returned, and Don Fernando de Zelva with him.
[Exit Vasquez.
Isab. Don Fernando! Oh, then, this is the rascally valet, but I'll give him a welcome with a vengeance!
Spado. Hold, madam! Suppose, for a little sport, you seem to humour the deceit, only to see how the fellow acts his part; he'll play the gentleman very well, I'll warrant; the dog is an excellent mimic; for, you must know, ma'am, this Pedrillo's mother was a gipsy, his father a merry andrew to a mountebank, and he himself five years trumpeter to a company of strolling players.