_Fior._ [_Stumbling on_ Frontino.] Who is there?
_Front._ 'Tis I.
_Fior._ Frontino! Why have you put out the lights?
_Front._ Because--because it was too early.
_Fior._ 'Sblood! Your master is a miser indeed.
_Front._ How? Jackanapes! My master a miser!
_Fior._ Why, you told me so yourself.
_Count._ Ah, rascal! [_Shaking_ Frontino.]
_Front._ Oh, the liar! I capable of--
_Fior._ Hold your tongue, and listen patiently. I have thought of a way
by which you may crib a bottle of wine, in spite of the pellets.
_Front._ Vile cheat! What are you talking about?
_Fior._ Really, my dear Frontino, you are no longer the same. Change
thus in a minute! You speak as if your master were here.
_Front._ I speak as I have always spoken. I love my master, obey my
master, respect my master, and--and--he's a gentleman.
_Count._ [_Shaking him with great anger._] Scoundrel!
_Fior._ And all you have said of his avarice is false?
_Count._ Villain! [_Shaking_ Frontino _till he falls._]
_Fior._ What now? Where are you? What has fallen?
[_Exit the_ Count, _feeling till he finds the door._
SCENE VI.--Frontino _and_ Fiorillo, _then the_ Count.
_Front._ [_Aside._] The devil take you!--[_Feeling about._] Where are
you, Signor?
_Fior._ Who are you talking to?
_Front._ Signor, where are you?
_Fior._ Hey-day! You have taken a cup already, my friend.
_Front._ Ah! ah! Here he comes. God help my poor back.
_Count._ [_Entering with a candle, speaks softly._] Traitor!
Dog!--[_Aloud._] Hark you, Frontino!
_Front._ [_Afraid._] Ye--ye--yes!
_Count._ [_Aside._] If we were alone!--[_Aloud._] Go and tell Madame
Araminta I wish to speak to her, either in her room or my own.
_Front._ Yes, Signor.--[_Aside._]--I will not trust his looks.--[_To
the_ Count.] Do not think--
_Count._ [_Disdainfully._] Deliver your message.
_Front._ [_Aside._] I see how it is. You must pack off, my friend
Frontino. [_Exit._
SCENE VII.--_The_ Count _and_ Fiorillo.
_Fior._ You have a faithful servant there, Signor.
_Count._ You do not know him, friend. An ungrateful fellow, to whom I
have been kind and generous in vain. A professed liar! I discovered him,
gave him warning; and, to revenge himself, the rascal speaks ill of me.
[_Going with the light he brought._]
_Fior._ Excuse me; this room is dark: permit me to light another candle.
_Count._ Certainly. I can't tell why they were all put out.
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