Look, there's one of them already; my heart beats at the very sight of her. This must and shall be she, by Cupid.
Carl. And, by Venus, the very she I love!
San. Pr'ythee no more words then, for fate will have it so.
Carl. [Aside.] I know it's impossible for her father to receive him, or her to love him; and yet his good fortune, and my rascally, three-penny planet[56], make me suspicious without reason. But hang superstition! I'll draw such a picture of him as shall do his business.
San. Now will I stand incognito, like some mighty potentate, and see my own embassy delivered.
[Carlos overtakes Lopez and Dalinda, just going off, and salutes them.
Lop. Cousin Carlos, you are welcome from the wars; I think I saw you in the show to day.
Carl. The ceremony hindered me from paying my respects; but I made haste, you see——
Lop. I hope you'll no more be a stranger to my house, than you have been formerly. Your mistress here will be proud to entertain you; and then you shall tell me the whole expedition. I love battles wonderfully, when a man may hear them without peril of his person.
San. [Aside.] Nothing of my letter all this while!—why when Carlos?