_Aur._ That will not now be difficult: This plot's so laid, that I defy the devil to make it miss. The woman of the house, by which they are to pass to church, is bribed; the ladies are by her acquainted with the design; and we need only to be there before them, and expect the prey, which will undoubtedly fall into the net. _Cam._ Your man 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! certainly one wit knows another by instinct. By that old gentleman, it should be the lady Laura too. Hum! Benito, thou art made for ever.