Isab. How well he does look and act the servant!
Don Scipio. Admirable; yet I perceive the grandee under the livery.
Isab. Please to sit, sir.
[With great respect.
Lor. A livery servant sit down by me!
Don Scipio. Pray sit down, sir.
[Ceremoniously.
Ped. Sit down! [Sits.] Oh, these must be the upper servants of the family—her ladyship here is the housekeeper, I suppose—the young tawdry tit, lady's maid—(Hey, her mistress throws off good clothes,) and Old Whiskers, Don Scipio's butler.
[Aside.
Enter Don Fernando.