Vin. You could not have pleased me so well, if you had married me.
Enter Don Carlos and Victoria, r.
Oliv. Hah! here comes Victoria and her Carlos. My friend, you are happy—'tis in your eyes; I need not ask the event.
Cæsar. What, is this Don Carlos, whom Victoria gave us for a cousin? Sir, you come in a happy hour.
Car. I do indeed, for I am most happy.
Julio. My dear Carlos, what has new made thee thus, since morning?
Car. A wife! Marry, Julio, marry!
Julio. What! this advice from you?
Car. Yes; and when you have married an angel, when that angel has done for you such things, as makes your gratitude almost equal to your love, you may then guess something of what I feel, in calling this angel mine.
Oliv. Now, I trust, Don Julio, after all this, that if I should do you the honour of my hand, you'll treat me cruelly, be a very bad man, that I, like my exemplary cousin——