Arm. Mistress.
Fla. Is the door fast?
Arm. Yes, as an usurer's purse.
Fla. Come hither, wench.
Look here; there's Trincalo, Pandolfo's farmer,
Wrapp'd in my father's shape: prythee, come quickly,
And help me to abuse him.
Arm. Notorious clown!
Ant. These are my gates, and that's the cabinet,
That keeps my jewels, Lelio and his sister.
Fla. Never was villainy so personate
In seemly properties of gravity.
[Antonio knocks.
Fla. Who's he that knocks so boldly?
Arm. What want you, sir?
Ant. O my fair daughter Flavia! let all the stars
Pour down full blessings on thee. Ope the doors.