Don Fer. Arno! true, Don Scipio said in his letter, that his daughter had been bred at Florence.
Lor. You have had an unpleasant journey, signor?
Don Fer. I have encountered some difficulties by the way, it is true, madam; but am amply repaid by the honour and happiness I now enjoy.
[Bows.
Lor. Sir!—I swear he's a polite cavalier! [Aside.] Won't you please to sit, sir? I fancy you must be somewhat weary.
[Sits.
Don Scipio. What the devil! Eh, sure—what this fellow only Don Fernando's footman! how! it can't be!
Isab. A fact; and presently you'll see Don Fernando himself in livery.
Don Scipio. Look at the impudent son of a gipsy—Sat himself down—Zounds! I'll—
Isab. Hold! let him play off a few of his airs.