The don was wondering how his servant had managed with the Donna Elvira, when that valuable factotum ran up against his master.
“This master will destroy me.”
“What! dost ruffle with thy master?
“Yes, I say again—would I had never known this master.”
“What, rapscallion!”
“I tell thee I have rarely escaped a murdering business and I love not blood, my master; no, I love not blood.”
“’Twould be an honor to lose blood for thy master’s sake.”
“Faith! I would sooner keep it for mine own.”
“Come, I have rare adventures to tell thee.”
“Good master, tell them me at home; but, master, what devilment brings thee here?”