The Hall in the Castle.
Enter FLORA and JEROME.
Flora. Ha, ha, ha, ha.
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?