To meet again and have you in my debt
Is favour, by your leave, above repayment.
R. Still as proud as a peacock.
F.Could I do you a service.
But can I? See, I am here the Countess’secretary:
To make believe that you are a stranger to me
Were breach of trust.
R.But love makes tricks of crimes.
F. And if she has often seen you, how suppose
She will not know you?