Spado. Business, my dear sir, business; all in our own way too, for I designed to let every man of you into the castle this very night, when all the family are in bed, and plunder's the word—Oh, such a delicious booty! pyramids of plate, bags of gold, and little chests of diamonds!
Sang. Indeed!
Spado. Sanguino, look at the closet.
Sang. Well!
Spado. A glorious prize!
Sang. Indeed!
Spado. Six chests of massy plate! Look, only look into the closet; wait here a moment, and I'll fetch a master key that shall open every one of them.
Don Cæsar. Hey! Let's see those chests.
Sang. Massy plate! Quick, quick, the master key.
Spado. I'll fetch it.