Don Scipio. A footman! Ay, this accounts for his behaviour in the forest—Don Fernando would never have accepted my purse—[Taps his Shoulder.]—Hey, what, you've got there!
Don Fer. Will you please to sit, sir?
[Rises.
Don Scipio. Yes, he looks like a trumpeter. [Aside.] You may sit down, friend.
[With contempt.
Don Fer. A strange old gentleman!
Enter Vasquez.
Vas. Sir, your servant Pedrillo is arrived.
[Exit Vasquez.