Pandolfo—For me it goes well.
Ridolfo—Have you amused yourself playing too?
Pandolfo—Yes, I took a little hand also.
Ridolfo—Excuse me, my friend; I've no business to meddle in your affairs, but—it doesn't look well when the master of the shop plays; because if he loses he's laughed at, and if he wins he's suspected.
Pandolfo—I am content if they haven't the laugh on me. As for the rest, let them suspect as they please; I pay no attention.
Ridolfo—Dear friend, we are neighbors; I shouldn't want you to get into trouble. You know, by your play before you have brought up in the court.
Pandolfo—I'm easily satisfied. I won a pair of sequins, and wanted no more.
Ridolfo—That's right. Pluck the quail without making it cry out. From whom did you win them?
Pandolfo—A jeweler's boy.
Ridolfo—Bad. Very bad. That tempts the boys to rob their masters.