f, known some six hundred
people or so to laugh with all their throats at Doctor Graziano
himself. And then Pasquarello held forth at great length in praise of
his new master, Signor Pasquale, attributing to him all possible
excellences, and finishing with a description of his character, which
he made out to be absolutely perfect as regarded amiability and
lovableness.

"Blessed Formica!" whispered Signor Capuzzi aside to himself, "I see
that you have determined to render my triumph complete, by rubbing the
noses of the Romans in all the envy and ingratitude with which they
have persecuted me, and showing them clearly whom and what I am."

"Here comes my master himself," cried Pasquarello; and there came on to
the stage Signor Capuzzi, as he lived and moved, in dress, face, walk,
and manner--in all respects so exactly similar to the Capuzzi down in
the audience part of the house, that the latter, quite alarmed, let go
his hold of Marianna (whom he had been holding up to this time with one
hand), and rubbed his nose and periwig, as if to find out whether he
was awake or dreaming of seeing his own double, or really in Nicolo
Musso's theatre, obliged to believe his eyes, and infer that he did see
this miraculous appearance.

The Capuzzi on the stage embraced Doctor Graziano with much amity, and
inquired after his welfare. The Doctor said his appetite was good, at
his service (_per servir-lo_), and his sleep sound; but that his purse
laboured under a complete depletion. Yesterday, in honour of his lady
love, he said, he had spent his last ducat in buying a pair of rosemary
stockings, and he was just going to certain bankers to see if they
would lend him thirty ducats.

"How could you think of such a thing?" cried Capuzzi. "Why pass the
door of your best friend? Here, my dear sir, are fifty ducats; pray
accept them."

"Pasquale, what are you doing?" cried the Capuzzi down in the audience,
half aloud.

Doctor Graziano talked of giving a bill and paying interest; but the
stage Capuzzi vowed he could not think of taking either from such a
friend as the Doctor. "Pasquale! are you crazy?" cried the Capuzzi
below, louder.

Doctor Graziano made his exit here, after many grateful embracings.
Pasquarello then went forward, with lowly reverences; lauded Signor
Capuzzi to the skies; said _his_ (Pasquarello's) purse was afflicted
with the same malady as the Doctor's, and begged for some of the same
medicine. The Capuzzi on the