Gar. Ha! ha! ha! What a happiness to have seen thee in thy raptures, petitioning for half a glance only, of the charms the envious veil concealed!
Julio. Yes; and when she unveiled her Gothic countenance, to render the thing completely ridiculous, she began moralizing; and positively would not let me out of the snare, till I had persuaded her she had worked a conversion, and that I'd never make love—but in an honest way, again.
Gar. Oh, that honest way of love-making is delightful, to be sure! I had a dose of it this morning; but, happily, the ladies have not yet learned to veil their tempers, though they have their faces.
Enter Don Vincentio, r.
Vin. Julio! Garcia! congratulate me!—Such an escape! [Crosses to c.]
Julio. What have you escaped?
Vin. Matrimony.
Gar. Nay, then our congratulations may be mutual. I have had a matrimonial escape too, this very day. I was almost on the brink of the ceremony with the veriest Xantippe!
Vin. Oh, that was not my case—mine was a sweet creature, all elegance, all life.
Julio. Then where's the cause of congratulation?