Serg. Yes, I as a serving wench, and she confess’d her master had loc the girl up in the attic, with strict orders not even to look out so long as we were in the place.
Capt. Ah! these clodpoles are all so jealous of the service. And what is the upshot? Why, I, who did care a pin to see her before, shall never rest till I get at her now.
Serg. But how, without a blow-up?
Capt. Let me see; how shall we manage it?
Serg. The more difficult the enterprise, the more glory in success, you know, in love as in war.
Capt. I have it!
Serg. Well, sir?
Capt. You shall pretend—but no, here comes one will serve my turn better.
Enter Rebolledo and Chispa.
Reb. (to Chispa). There he is; now if I can get him into a good humour.