Vict. I demand a price, that, perhaps, you cannot give—I ask unbounded love; but you have a wife.
Car. And, therefore, the readier to love every other woman; 'tis in your favour, child.
Vict. Will you love me ever?
Car. Ever! yes, ever; till we find each other dull company, and yawn, and talk of our neighbours for amusement.
Vict. Farewell! I suspected you to be a bad chapman, and that you would not reach my terms. [Going.]
Car. Nay, I'll come to your terms, if I can;—but move this way; [Crosses, l.] I am fearful of that woodpecker at your elbow—should she begin again, her noise will scare all the pretty loves that are playing about my heart. Don't turn your head towards them; if you like to listen to love tales, you'll meet fond pairs enough in this walk.
[Forcing her gently off.
Julio. I really believe, though you deny it, that you are my destiny—that is, you fated me hither. See, is not this your mandate?
[Taking a letter from his pocket.
Oliv. Oh, delightful! the scrawl of some chambermaid: or, perhaps, of your valet, to give you an air. What is it signed? Marriatornes? Tomasa? Sancha?