That gets rid of him.
Enough! What was it this time?
Same stealing? Same lying? same insulting?
For "nothing" you certainly get something.
He's no fool!
Me? I'm the impartial ear of reason and the nasty mouth of justice.
Not at all?
Oh! GREAT BIIIG LIES!
You're such a liar!
It does, eh?
You're right. Your body's crying for revenge.
I have a plan.
HAAAATEFUL! You'll love it.
After the old fool combs every inch of his palazzo and finds no fire, he'll come after you again....and he'll find you. Right here.
You /pretend/ you're dead.
When he sees your body he'll fall, prostrate, in sobs of remorse.
I'll tell him I saw everything, and when he ran off you died in my arms.
I'll tell him your dying words to me were... "Brighelle, my belovéd and devoted friend....my sole companion in...
"...You have seen everything. You must tell everything! Even in death I will have vengeance. Justice will be done." He'll beg for the mercy of my silence. Ha!-Ha!-Ha!
I'll tell him thst my silence in the matter will cost him dear. Only a purse of.... five hundred ducats will seal my lips!
Then he'll pay, of course.
"Then what?" what?
Oh! Yes. I'll tell the old fool that I have certain sordid companions who will remove and secretly bury the evidence so no one will ever be the wiser. Then, with your two hundred ducats, ha,-ha,-ha...
Of course. With your two hundred and fifty ducats...you can start a new life in Bergamo. A free and wealthy man.
No more beatings.
I knew you would. Quick now! Run to the stable and fetch a large blanket. We'll use it for a shroud to cover the body.
Your body, [you brute?]! The fake, dead, Harlequino body.
Hurry! He'll be back any moment!
Which is a greater fool? The old fool, or the young fool?
Don't give me those looks! You knew right away that I was no saint. Besides, I need that money. All of it. To do a good deed. Did I hear a snicker out there? Don't be so quick to judge a book by...
You're not exactly a spring bouquet, you know!
Quick!! Get under! He's coming back!
Nothing. Don't even breathe!