Lel. In, Armellina; lock up Trincalo.
Arm. I will, sir.
[Exit.
Lel. Cricca, for this thy counsel, if't succeed,
Fear not thy master's anger: I'll prefer thee,
And count thee as my genius or good fortune.
Cri. It cannot choose but take. I know his humour;
And can at pleasure feather him with hopes,
Making him fly what pitch I wish, and stoop,[342]
When I show fowl.
Lel. But for the suit of clothes?
Cri. I'll throw them o'er your garden-wall.
Away.
Haste to Eugenio and Sulpitia,
Acquaint them with the business.
Lel. I go.
SCENE XIII.
Lelio, Sulpitia.