SCENE XII.

LELIO, CRICCA.

LEL. In, Armellina; lock up Trincalo.

ARM. I will, sir. [_Exit._

LEL. Cricca, for this thy counsel, if't succeed, Fear not thy master's anger: I'll prefer thee, And count thee as my genius or good fortune.

CRI. It cannot choose but take. I know his humour; And can at pleasure feather him with hopes, Making him fly what pitch I wish, and stoop,[342] When I show fowl.

LEL. But for the suit of clothes?

CRI. I'll throw them o'er your garden-wall. Away. Haste to Eugenio and Sulpitia, Acquaint them with the business.

LEL. I go.