The Landlord of the Golden Sun (pointing to Fontanares)
Senor, that is he.
Quinola And so you have lodged the grandson of General Fontanares in a stable! The republic of Venice will set him in a palace! My dear boy, let me embrace you. (He steps up to Fontanares.) The most noble republic has learned of your promises to the king of Spain, and I have left the arsenal at Venice, over which I preside, in order that—(aside to Fontanares) I am Quinola.
Fontanares
Never was an ancestor restored to life more opportunely—
Quinola In what a miserable condition I find you!—Is this then the antechamber of glory!
Fontanares
Misery is the crucible in which God tests our strength.
Quinola
Who are these people?
Fontanares
Creditors and workmen clamoring for their wages.
Quinola (to the landlord)
Rascal of a landlord, is this the dwelling-place of my grandson?
The Landlord
Certainly, your excellency.
Quinola I have some knowledge of the laws of Catalonia, and I shall send for the magistrate to put these rogues in prison. You may call down the bailiffs upon my grandson, but keep to your own houses, you blackguards! (He fumbles in his pocket.) Stay! Now go and drink my health. (He throws money among them.) Come to me later on and you shall be paid.