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.