Scene VIII Oronte, Sbrigani
Sbri. (affecting not to see Oronte). Ah! What a strange adventure! What terrible news for a father! Poor Oronte, how much I pity you! What will you say? How will you ever be able to bear with such a misfortune?
Oro. What is it? Of what misfortune do you speak?
Sbri. Ah, Sir! This wretch of a Limousin has run away with your daughter!
Oro. Run away with my daughter!
Sbri. Yes; she became so infatuated with him that she has left you to follow him. It is said that he has a charm to make all women fall in love with him.
Oro. Quick! Justice! Let the police be set after them!