Fontanares
Quinola!
Quinola I do not complain for myself, I was born to trouble. The question is, how are we to get the hundred ducats. You are in debt to the workmen, to the master locksmith Carpano, to Coppolus the dealer in iron, steel and copper, and to our landlord, who after taking us in, more from fear of Monipodio than from compassion, will end by turning us out of doors; we owe him for nine months' board and lodging.
Fontanares
But the work is all but finished.
Quinola
But what of the hundred ducats?
Fontanares How is it that you, usually so brave and merry, begin now to speak to me in such a dolorous tone?
Quinola It is because, as a means of remaining at your side, I shall be obliged to disappear.
Fontanares
And why?
Quinola Why? Pray what are we to do about the sheriff? I have incurred, for you and for myself, trade debts to the amount of a hundred doubloons; and lo! these debts take, to my mind, the figure, face and feet of tipstaves!
Fontanares
How much unhappiness is comprised in the term glory!
Quinola Come! Do not be downcast. Did you not tell me that your grandfather went, some fifty years ago, with Cortez, to Mexico; has he ever been heard of?