SCENE XI.—MASCARILLE, alone.
Yes, I will serve you up a dish of my own dressing. Was there ever in the world so lucky a fellow. How delighted Lelio will be soon! His mistress to fall into our hands by these means! To derive his whole happiness from the man he would have expected to ruin him! To become happy by the hands of a rival! After this great exploit, I desire that due preparations be made to paint me as a hero crowned with laurel, and that underneath the portrait be inscribed in letters of gold: Vivat Mascarillus, rogum imperator.
SCENE XII.—TRUFALDIN, MASCARILLE.
MASC. Soho, there!
TRUF. What do you want?
MASC. This ring, which you know, will inform you what business brings me hither.
TRUF. Yes, I recognise that ring perfectly; stay a little, I will fetch you the slave.
SCENE XIII.—TRUFALDIN, A MESSENGER, MASCARILLE.
MESS. (To Trufaldin). Do me the favor, sir, to tell me where lives a gentleman….
TRUF. What gentleman?