Isab. Servant Pedrillo! Ay, this is Fernando himself.
[Apart, joyfully to Scipio.
Don Fer. Oh, then the fellow has found his way at last. Don Scipio—Ladies—excuse me a moment.
[Exit Fernando.
Lor. What a charming fellow!
Don Scipio. What an impudent rascal!
Ped. [Without.] Is my master this way?
Don Scipio. Master! ay, this is Fernando.
Enter Pedrillo, with a Portmanteau.
Ped. Oh dear! I've got among the gentlefolks—I ask pardon.