is made safe, I hope, from doing us any mischief?

_Aur._ He has disposed of himself, I thank him, for an hour or two:
The fop would make me believe, that an unknown lady is in love with
him, and has made him an assignation.

_Cam._ If he should succeed now, I should have the worse opinion of
the sex for his sake.

_Aur._ Never doubt but he will succeed: Your brisk fool, that can make
a leg, is ever a fine gentleman among the ladies, because he is just
of their talent, and they understand him better than a wit.

_Cam._ Peace, the ladies are coming this way to the chapel, and their
jailor with them: Let them go by without saluting, to avoid suspicion;
and let us go off to prepare our engine.

_Enter_ MARIO, LAURA, _and_ VIOLETTA.

_Aur._ I must have a look before we go. Ah, you little divine rogue!
I'll be with you immediately. [_Exeunt_ AURELIAN _and_ CAMILLO.

_Vio._ Look you, sister, there are our friends, but take no notice.

_Lau._ I saw them. Was not that Aurelian with Camillo?

_Vio._ Yes.

_Lau._ I like him strangely. If his person were joined with Benito's
wit, I know not what would become of my poor heart.

_Enter_ FABIO, _and whispers with_ MARIO.

_Mar._ Stay, nieces, I'll but speak a word with Fabio, and go with you
immediately.

_Vio._ I see, sister, you are infinitely taken with Benito's wit; but
I have heard he is a very conceited coxcomb.

_Lau._ They, who told you so, were horribly mistaken. You shall be
judge yourself, Violetta; for, to confess frankly to you, I have made
him a kind of an appointment.

_Vio._ How! have you made an assignation to Benito? A serving-man! a
trencher-carrying rascal!

_Lau._ Good words, Violetta! I only sent to him from an unknown lady
near this chapel, that I might view him in passing by, and see if his
person were answerable to his conversation.

_Vio._ But how will you get rid of my uncle?

_Lau._ You see my project; his man Fabio is bribed by me, to hold him
in discourse.

_Enter_ BENITO, _looking about him._

_Vio._ In my conscience this is he. Lord, what a monster of a man is
there! with such a workiday rough-hewn face too! for, faith, heaven
has not bestowed the finishing upon it.

_Lau._ It is impossible this should be Benito; yet he stalks this way.
From such a piece of animated timber, sweet heaven deliver me!

_Ben._ [_Aside._] This must of necessity be the lady who is in love
with me. See, how she surveys my person! cert