Julio. Folly! Nonsense! What, a pretty woman's smile!—but you married fellows have neither taste nor joy.
Car. Pshaw!
[Crosses, and exit, r.
Julio. Pshaw! that's a husband! Humph—suppose my fair one should want to debase me into such an animal; she can't have so much villany in her disposition: and yet, if she should? pho! it won't bear thinking about. If I do so mad a thing, it must be as cowards fight, without daring to reflect on the danger.
[Exit, r.
SCENE III.—An Apartment in the house of Don Vasquez, Marcella's Father.
Enter Don Cæsar and Don Vasquez, l.
Cæsar. Well, Don Vasquez, and a——you——then I say, you have a mind that I should marry your daughter?
Vasq. It is sufficient, signor, that you have signified to us your intention—my daughter shall prove her gratitude, in her attention to your felicity.
Cæsar. Egad, now it comes to the push! [Aside.] hem, hem!—but just nineteen, you say?
Vasq. Exactly, the eleventh of last month.