SCENE VII.—LELIO, MASCARILLE.
MASC. What, you were out? I have been hunting for you everywhere. Well, have we succeeded at last? I will give the greatest rogue six trials to do the like. Come, give me the money that I may go and buy the slave; your rival will be very much astonished at this.
LEL. Ah! my dear boy, our luck has changed. Can you imagine how ill fortune has served me?
MASC. What? What can it be?
LEL. Anselmo having found out the trick, just now got back every sou he lent us, pretending some of the gold-pieces were bad, and that he was going to change them.
MASC. You do but joke, I suppose?
LEL. It is but too true.
MASC. In good earnest?
LEL. In good earnest; I am very much grieved about it. It will put you into a furious passion.
MASC. Me, sir! A fool might, but not I! Anger hurts, and I am going to take care of myself, come what will. After all, whether Celia be captive or free, whether Leander purchases her or whether she remains where she is, I do not care one stiver about it.