_Perez._ Well, what said you first to him? _San._ With all good courtesy I wished him a good morning. He did the same to me. _Perez._ Well. _San._ I then discoursed about Saint Petronila, the wind, the pope, and the weather. No, I recollect, it was the weather before the saint. I think--yes--I am sure it was; how the saint brought in the wine, I know not; but we proceeded on to wine and women, which last discourse made us thirsty, so we adjourned into a wine-house. Saint Petronila shrive me! when we became most intimate, and after much beating about the bush, I discovered that his master-- _Perez._ Who--what? _San._ Don Gaspar, sir. _Perez._ Idiot! is that all? _San._ No,--only half; I found out more without him. He finished off his wine and left me without any more information, declaring that was all he knew himself; and that he had to meet a lady. Let me alone for finding out, Saint Petronila be my guide! I watched him, and as I turned the corner, found him in close whispering with the Senora Beppa. _Perez._ The attendant of Donna Serafina; then are my doubts confirmed. Treacherous sex!--but I'll be revenged! Did you speak to them? _San._ Not when Antonio was there. I never interfere between man and wife, the blessed saint knows that. _Perez._ His wife! _San._ Yes, his wife; but when Antonio quitted her, I then accosted her; and to my cross questions-- _Perez._ She gave you crooked answers. _San._ Precisely so, signor, and record it, Saint Petronila; she said that I was a fool! _Perez._ The wisdom of the woman! Come, Felix--Sancho, you will go home and await my return. [_Exit Perez and Felix._ _San._ That Antonio is a good fellow, Saint Petronila assist him! how he does make me laugh! we were sworn friends in two hours; and he promised to drink with me whenever I pleased: I wonder why he never offers to pay his share of the reckoning? He thinks it would affront me, I suppose! but when we are more intimate, I'll hint the contrary. Excellent fellow! how he did make me laugh! Then when next we meet, I'll ask his advice about my love affair! I am sadly in want of a confidant; now I've only my own wit, and the good saint. He's a man you may trust, I'll be sworn. Lord! how he did make me laugh! [_Exit._ _Scene II._ _Street opposite Anselmo's lodgings._ _Enter Antonio._