Bapt. And that I should lose her by the very means I hoped to win her with!
Ped. Let not this prevent your memory acknowledging one who has suffered banishment, and lives in terror of his life, on your account.
Bapt. Pedro!
Ped. And at your service.
Bapt. Ah, would you were!
Ped. Try me.
Bapt. But are you still Isabel’s servant?
Ped. I trust so.
Bapt. Oh, good Pedro, I would fain explain to her, and wipe out (as I easily can) the offence she has taken against me; and if you will but be my friend, and leave the door ajar to-night, that I may tell her the whole story, I’ll pay you well for it.
Ped. Well, I think there can be no danger in that. Why, if you should happen to call loudly outside the door to-night, and I let you in, forgetting to ask who it is—surely I shall not be to blame.