Don Fer. Dull rogue! [Aside.] I told you, sir, he'd persist in it.
[Apart to Don Scipio.
Don Scipio. Yes, I see it; but I tell you what, Don Fernando.—[Lorenza sings without.] My daughter! Zounds! don't let your mistress see you any more in this cursed livery.—Look at the gentleman, hold up your head—egad, Pedrillo's acting was better than your natural manner.
Don Fer. Ah, sir, if you were to see my master dressed—the livery makes such an alteration!
Don Scipio. True! curse the livery.
Ped. It's bad enough; but my master gives new liveries on his marriage.
Don Fer. An insensible scoundrel!
[Aside.
Enter Lorenza.
Lor. Oh, caro, signor, every body says that you are [To Don Fernando.] not Don Fernando.