Ped. Nay, sir, for the matter of that, my father could trim your jacket for you.
Don Scipio. Trim my jacket, young gentleman!
Ped. Why, he's the best tailor in Cordova.
Don Scipio. His father's a tailor in Cordova!
Don Fer. Ay, he'll ruin all—[Aside.]—Let me speak to him. Tell Don Scipio you are the master.
[Apart to Pedrillo.
Ped. I will, sir—Don Scipio, you are the master.
Don Scipio. What!
Don Fer. Stupid dog!—[Apart to Pedrillo.]—Say you are Fernando, and I am Pedrillo.
Ped. I will—Sir, you are Fernando, and I am Pedrillo.