[Whispering aloud to him.
Carl. [Aside.] Now I dare not but deliver it, because he sees me.—Don Lopez, I have a foolish kind of petition to you. [To Lop.
Lop. Why do you call it a foolish petition?
Carl. Because I bring it from a fool. There's a friend of mine, of a plentiful fortune, that's desperately in love with your fair daughter, Dalinda; and has commanded me, by your permission, to deliver this letter to her.
Lop. A rich man's letter may be delivered. [Carlos gives her the Letter.
Dal. What's here? A note without a superscription [She seems to read.] As I live, a bill of exchange for two hundred pistoles, charged upon a banker, and payable to the bearer! An accomplished cavalier I warrant him; he writes finely, and in the best manner.
Carl. [Aside.] There's the covetous sex, at the first syllable! The fool's good planet begins to work already; but I shall stop its influence.
Lop. Good cousin colonel, what manner of man is my son-in-law that may be?
Carl. D'ye see that sneaking fellow yonder?
Lop. Who, that gallant cavalier?