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Do they know it's legal now

Truff. Yes, sir, I did, that was the very trick. I took on the job without thinking; just to see what I could do. It did not last long, 'tis true; but at any rate I can boast that nobody would ever have found me out, if I had not given myself away for love of this girl here.

Flor. Signora Beatrice, where is your servant?
Beat. Why, here! Truffaldino, of course.
Flor. Truffaldino? he is my servant!
Beat. Is not yours called Pasquale?
Flor. Pasquale? I thought Pasquale was yours!
Beat. [to Truff.]. How do you explain this?
Truff. [makes silent gestures asking for forgiveness].
Flor. You rascal!
Beat. You knave!

Pant. [to Clar.]. What is all this whispering about?
Clar. Nothing, sir. She had something to say to me.
Sil. [to Clar.]. May I not know?
Clar. How inquisitive they all are! And then they talk about us women!

Sil. [to Doc.]. Sir, I beg you, let everyone do as they will; do not be so put out about it. Now that I am happy, I want all the world to be happy too. Is any one else going to be married? let them all get married.
Smer. [to Sil.]. What about me, sir?
Sil. Whom are you going to marry?
Smer. The first man that comes along, sir.
Sil. Find him then; I am here.

Pant. And you have found your young gentleman at last? so I hear.
Beat. Yes, Heaven has made us happy.
Doc. A nice reputation you have made yourself!
Beat. Sir, you have no business with my affairs.

Truff. Well if I don't show sense this time, I shall never show it again.