[Exeunt, Julio, l. Carlos, r.
SCENE II.—A spacious Garden, belonging to Don Cæsar.
Enter Minette and Inis, r. 2d. e.
Min. There, will that do! My lady sent me to make her up a nosegay; these orange flowers are delicious, and this rose, how sweet?
Inis. Pho! what signifies wearing sweets in her bosom, unless they would sweeten her manners?—'tis amazing you can be so much at your ease; one might think your lady's tongue was a lute, and her morning scold an agreeable serenade.
Min. So they are—Custom, you know. I have been used to her music now these two years, and I don't believe I could relish my breakfast without it.
Inis. I would rather never break my fast, than do it on such terms. What a difference between your mistress and mine! Donna Victoria is as much too gentle, as her cousin is too harsh.
Min. Ay, and you see what she gets by it; had she been more spirited, perhaps her husband would not have forsaken her;—men enlisted under the matrimonial banner, like those under the king's, would be often tempted to run away from their colours, if fear did not keep them in dread of desertion.
Inis. If making a husband afraid is the way to keep him faithful, I believe your lady will be the happiest wife in Spain.
Min. Ha! ha! ha! how people may be deceived!—nay, how people are deceived!—but time will discover all things.
Inis. What! what, is there a secret in the business, Minette? if there is, hang time! let's have it directly.