Don Scipio. Every body's right, for here he stands like a young tailor of Cordova.
[To Pedrillo.
Lor. Oh, what? then this is Pedrillo?
[To Fernando.
Don Fer. At your service, ma'am.
[Bowing.
Ped. That Pedrillo! then, who the devil am I?
Don Fer. Here, rogue, this purse is yours—say you are Don Fernando.
[Apart to Pedrillo.