Don Fer. Fellow servant?
Don Scipio. Ay, the little spy has taken it in charge—Oh, here comes the very beagle.
Enter Spado.
Well, my little dreamer, look; Pedrillo has got into his own clothes again.
Spado. [Surprised and aside.] Don Fernando in a livery! or is this really a servant? Zounds! sure I ha'n't been telling truth all this while!—We must face it though—Ah, my dear old friend!—Glad to see you yourself again.
[Shakes Hands.
Don Fer. My dear boy, I thank you—[Aside.]—So, here's an old friend I never saw before.
Don Scipio. Tell Pedrillo where you have left your master's portmanteau. While I go lead him in triumph to his bride.
[Exit.