Pandolfo—Oh, don't moralize to me. Let the greenhorns stay at home. I keep open for any one who wants to play.
Ridolfo—And has Signor Eugenio been playing this past night?
Pandolfo—He's playing yet. He hasn't dined, he hasn't slept, and he's lost all his money.
Ridolfo [aside]—Poor young man! [Aloud.] And how much has he lost?
Pandolfo—A hundred sequins in cash: and now he is playing on credit.
Ridolfo—With whom is he playing?
Pandolfo—With the count.
Ridolfo—And whom else?
Pandolfo—With him alone.
Ridolfo—It seems to me an honest man shouldn't stand by and see people assassinated.