Don Fer. This is fortunate; the whole family, except Victoria, are firmly possessed with the idea that I am but the servant.—Well, since they will have me an impostor, they shall find me one: In Heaven's name, let them continue in their mistake, and bestow their mock Victoria upon my sham Fernando. I shall have a pleasant and just revenge for their perfidy; and, perhaps, obtain Don Scipio's real, lovely daughter, the sum of my wishes.—Here comes Don Scipio—Now to begin my operations.
Enter Don Scipio.
[As wishing Don Scipio to overhear him.] I'm quite weary of playing the gentleman, I long to get into my livery again.
Don Scipio. Get into his livery!
[Aside.
Don Fer. These clothes fall to my share, however; my master will never wear them after me.
Don Scipio. His master! ay, ay.
[Aside.
Don Fer. I wish he'd own himself, for I'm certain Don Scipio suspects who I am.