Pandolfo—Oho, my friend, if you're going to be so thin-skinned you'll make little money.
Ridolfo—I don't care for that. Till now I have been in service, and did my duty honestly. I saved a few pennies, and with the help of my old master, who was Signor Eugenio's father, you know, I have opened this shop. With it I mean to live honorably and not disgrace my profession.
[People from the gambling-shop call "Cards!"]
Pandolfo [answering]—At your service.
Ridolfo—For mercy's sake, get poor Signor Eugenio away from the table.
Pandolfo—For all me, he may lose his shirt: I don't care. [Starts out.]
Ridolfo—And the coffee—shall I charge it?
Pandolfo—Not at all: we'll deal a card for it.
Ridolfo—I'm no greenhorn, my friend.
Pandolfo—Oh well, what does it matter? You know my visitors make trade for you. I am surprised that you trouble yourself about these little matters. [Exit.] ...