PASQUARIELLO. You must be patient, my friend. These are marks of your valour. You will have appeared again in the gazette, and you will be made a general, the highest rank of all. MEZZETIN. There is one thing I notice: the more my rank increases, the more my limbs diminish. PASQUARIELLO. From the moment that you are a general you mount on horseback. MEZZETIN. A moment, please. How am I to mount on horseback if I have neither legs nor arms? PASQUARIELLO. You are afforded a fresh occasion on which to cover yourself with glory. The enemy is badly placed, you have closed round them, and, after issuing your orders for the fight, you run hither and thither, giving courage to your soldiers. MEZZETIN. Good! I shall be giving courage to others whilst myself I am dying of fright. PASQUARIELLO. The battle is over: turn what way you will there is nothing but carnage; grenades, bombs, carcasses, cannon balls, all come hailing down. Pif! paf! zin! zan! bon! don! don! tac! MEZZETIN. Ah me! We have come to it again! PASQUARIELLO. It is a bullet that has carried away the general’s head. MEZZETIN. Trivial, eh? PASQUARIELLO. Exactly. MEZZETIN. I shall be happy to know what rank you will give me now. PASQUARIELLO. Oh, as soon as your wounds are healed, peace will be made, and you will go and serve in Hungary against the Turks. MEZZETIN. I am to go and serve in Hungary without arms, legs or head. Oh, go to the devil with your company! If ever I become a captain of dragoons may all the tacs in the world strike me at once! In _La Fausse Coquette_, Pasquariello is again a servant, and in the service of I know not what Polish prince, who is none other than Ottavio. “He comes on with a lighted torch followed by one of his friends who carries a bottle and a glass. And as Pasquariello’s entire attention is engaged by the bottle, he thinks only of emptying it, without paying attention to what his master is saying. Hence it follows that he never returns proper answers to the questions of the prince who, wearied by his impertinences, looks at him closely, and, surprising him glass in hand, delivers him a kick in the stomach and goes off. Pasquariello falls backward, turns a somersault without upsetting his glass, gets up, drains it, and goes off saying: _Gran sventura di servire un giovane senza cervello!_ (What a misfortune to serve a witless young man!)” In the Regent’s troupe (1716) Giacopo Rauzzini was entrusted with the rôles of Scaramouche. According to the brothers Parfait,