Julio. And you likewise, I know that—Ha! ha! ha!——The fair lady, so far from being a vixen, is the very essence of gentleness. To me, so much sweetness in a wife, would be downright mawkish.
Vin. Well, but she's fond of a Jew's-harp.
Julio. Detests it; she would be as fond of a Jew.
Gar. Pho, pho! this is a game at cross purposes;—let us all go to Don Cæsar's together, and compare opinions on the spot.
Julio. I'll go most willingly—But it will be only to cover you both with confusion, for being the two men in Spain most easily imposed on. [All going, r.]
Enter Minette, l.
Min. Gentlemen, my lady has sent me for one of you, pray which of you is it?
Julio. [Returning.] Me, without doubt, child.
Vin. I don't know that.
Gar. Look at me, my dear; don't you think I am the man?