Enter Don Garcia and Don Vincentio, r. u. e.
Gar. Ha! Don Julio!
Julio. Pshaw! gentlemen, pray be quick.
Gar. (l.) 'Twas here that Julio, leaving champaigne untasted, and songs of gallantry unsung, came to talk to the whistling branches.
Vin. (r.) 'Twas here that Julio, flying from the young and gay, was found in doleful meditation—[Altering his tone.]—on a wench, for a hundred ducats!
Gar. Who is she?
Julio. (c.) Not Donna Olivia, gentlemen; not Donna Olivia.
Gar. We have been seeking you, to ask the event of your visit to her.
Julio. The event has proved that you have been most grossly duped.
Vin. I know that—Ha! ha! ha!