Marzio—Halloa, Trappolo. [Trappolo enters.] Here; go to the jeweler's yonder, show him these earrings of Signor Eugenio's wife, and ask him for me if they are security for ten sequins that I lent him.
Trappolo—And it doesn't harm Signor Eugenio to make his affairs public?
Marzio—I am a person with whom a secret is safe. [Exit Trappolo.] Say, Ridolfo, what do you know of that dancer over there?
Ridolfo—I really know nothing about her.
Marzio—I've been told the Count Leandro is her protector.
Ridolfo—To be frank, I don't care much for other people's affairs.
Marzio—But 'tis well to know things, to govern one's self accordingly. She has been under his protection for some time now, and the dancer's earnings have paid the price of the protection. Instead of spending anything, he devours all the poor wretch has. Indeed, he forces her to do what she should not. Oh, what a villain!
Ridolfo—But I am here all day, and I can swear that no one goes to her house except Leandro.
Marzio—It has a back door. Fool! Fool! Always the back door. Fool!
Ridolfo—I attend to my shop: if she has a back door, what is it to me? I put my nose into no one's affairs.