"It's not easy to do that. However, I swear to you, friend Alvar, that my eyes are opened with regard to the fair sex, and I'll do my best to be done with them from this time forward."
"If you don't do so soon, I tell you again, as I have already said, that you will deserve a hundred good lashes."
"It is easily seen, Alvar, that you have no heart. You never knew, and don't know now, what love is."
"Alas!" said the page, heaving a deep sigh; "I know it but too well, friend Fernan. If we carried our hearts on our foreheads, you would see mine, and it would move you to compassion."
"By Judas Iscariot! what do you tell me, friend Alvar? You in love?"
"Don't be surprised, Fernan, for one should be made of stone not to fall in love with the tyrannical and gentle maiden for whom I sigh."
"Tell me, who is this sovereign beauty?"
"Yes, I will tell you, Fernan. You and your master brought her to Vivar"—
"Explain quickly what you mean!" exclaimed the squire, becoming suddenly very angry again.
"I tell you," hastened to answer Alvar, fearing the look of Fernan, "that Beatrice, the maiden whom you and Don Rodrigo rescued at the inn, has me almost dead with love."