SCENE X.
Cricca, Pandolfo.
Cri. Where shall I find my master, to content him
With welcome news? he's here. News, news?
News of good fortune, joy, and happiness!
Pan. Cricca, my sadness is uncapable
Of better tidings: I am undone! most miserable!
Cri. Offend not your good luck, y' are now more fortunate
Than when you rose this morning: be merry, sir,
Cheer up yourself; y' have what you wish'd, fear nothing.
Pan. Maybe, Antonio newly repents himself,
With purpose to restore my Flavia.
Cricca, what is't? where's all this happiness?
Cri. Lock'd in Antonio's closet.
Pan. All alone?
Sure, that's my Flavia. Is not Eugenio
Suffer'd to enter?
Cri. Antonio keeps the key:
No creature enters but himself: all's safe,
And shall be so restor'd.