Car. Let this plead for
me. Pet. Sweet Don, you are the most eloquent Person. Car. I would
regale to night- I know it is not mine, but I've sent five hundred
Crowns to purchase it, because I saw another bargaining for't; and
Persons of my Quality must not be refus'd: you apprehend me. Pet. Most
rightly- that was the Reason then she came so out of Humour home- and
is gone to Bed in such a sullen Fit. Car. To Bed, and all alone! I
would surprize her there. Oh how it pleases me to think of stealing
into her Arms like a fine Dream, Wench, hah. Aur. 'Twill be a pleasant
one, no doubt. Pet. He lays the way out how he'll be cozen'd. [Aside.
-The Seigniora perhaps may be angry, Sir, but I'll venture that to
accommodate you; and that you may surprize her the more readily, be
pleased to stay in my Chamber, till you think she may be asleep. Car.
Thou art a perfect Mistress of thy Trade. Pet. So, now will I to the
Seigniora's Bed my self, drest and perfum'd, and finish two good Works
at once; earn five hundred Crowns, and keep up the Honour of the
House. [Aside.]- Softly, sweet Don. [Lights him out. Aur. And I will
do two more good things, and disappoint your Expectations; jilt the
young English Fool, and have old Carlo well bang'd, if t'other have
any Courage. Enter La Nuche in Rage, and Sancho.
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