SCARAMUCCIO.
The day before yesterday I quarrelled with my tailor, who came to dun me, and I had the last word.
SCAEVOLA.
A week ago I helped get a tipsy man home.
SCARAMUCCIO.
Sir, I was this tipsy man; but I had been drinking my sovereign’s health.
SCAEVOLA.
I confess myself vanquished.
(Enter Pierrot in a state of excitement.)
POET.