Jerome. Ha, ha, ha, ha—But is all this matter of fact?
Flora. As true as I am alive, Jerome—I have done nothing but laugh ever since I heard it—But do you think, Jerome, she'll be drest all over like a man?
Jerome. To be sure.
Flora. What, every thing?
Jerome. Yes—Every thing—Egad, I long to have a peep at her!
Flora. Aye, and so would Antonio too, if he knew.—
Jerome. Aye, that he would—he'd be so fond of the young Marquis there would be no keeping him away from her—but he does not know of it, you say?
Flora. No; no soul knows of it yet but my Lady and I, and now I have told it to you; and I am to tell it to all the servants as soon as she comes, that they may not think my Lady has broken her vow, by admitting a man—Lord, I wonder how I should look in men's clothes!
Jerome. There's the Priest's old great cloak, doublet, and jack-boots hanging up behind that door, if you have a mind to try, and I'll step out of the way till you have put them on.
(A loud rapping at the door.)