SCENE XII.--TRUFALDIN, MASCARILLE.


MASC. Soho, there!

TRUF. What do you want?

MASC. This ring, which you know, will inform you what business brings me
hither.

TRUF. Yes, I recognise that ring perfectly; stay a little, I will fetch
you the slave.




SCENE XIII.--TRUFALDIN, A MESSENGER, MASCARILLE.


MESS. (_To Trufaldin_). Do me the favor, sir, to tell me where
lives a gentleman....

TRUF. What gentleman?

MESS. I think his name is Trufaldin.

TRUF. And what is your business with him, pray? I am he.