Alon. [Beso los manos, signor]: Is your Name Don Carlo? and are you the Gravity of this House? and the Father of Donna Euphemia? and are you—
Car. Sir, I guess by all these your Demands at once, your Name to be Myn heer Haunce van Ezel.
Alon. Your Judgment’s good; but to my Questions.
Car. In truth I have forgot them, there were so many.
Alon. Are you he who is to be my Father?
Car. ’Tis so negotiated—and if all Circumstances concur—For, Sir, you must conceive, the Consequence of so grand a Conjunction—
Alon. Less of your Compliments, Sir, and more of your Daughter, I beseech you. ’Sheart, what a formal Coxcomb ’tis. [Aside.
Lov. Prithee give him way. [Aside.
Alon. By this Light I’ll lose thy Sister first; Why, who can indure the grave approaches to the Matter? ’Dslife, I would have it as I would my Fate, sudden and unexpected.
Car. Pray, how long have you been landed?