Ped. Oh, sir—now I understand you.—True, Don Scipio, I am all that he says.
Don Scipio. Hey! Now that's right and sensible, and like yourself; but I'll go bustle about our business, for we'll have all our love affairs settled this evening.
[Exeunt Don Scipio and Fernando.
Lor. So, then, you're to be my husband, ha! ha! ha!
Ped. Eh!
Lor. Well, if not, I can be as cold as you are indifferent.
AIR XIV.—LORENZA.
If I my heart surrender,
Be ever fond and tender,
And sweet connubial joys shall crown