Dal. Why, did not you intend this for me, cavalier?
San. No; you shall hear me rap out all the oaths in Christendom, that I am wholly innocent of this accusation.
Dal. Come, you bely your noble nature. Look upon me again, cavalier, [She makes the doux yeux to him.] and then examine your own heart, if you meant it not to me.
San. Nay, I confess my heart beats a charge towards you;—and yet two hundred pistoles is a swinging sum for one kind look, Carlos!
Carl. A damnable hard penny-worth! hold you there, Don Sancho.
[Dalinda looks upon him again more sweetly.
San. She has two devils in her eyes; that last ogle was a lick-penny.—Well, madam, I dedicate those fair two hundred pistoles to your more fair hand; and, now you have received them, I meant them for you.
Dal. And, in requital, I receive you for my servant, cavalier.
Carl. [Aside.] Damn him for his awkward liberality; he's always covetous, but when 'tis to do me a mischief.
Lop. [To Dal.] He's come on again; my heart was almost at my mouth.—Now, Mrs Minion, let me take you to task in private. [Draws her aside a little.] What hope have you of the Conde Don Alonzo de Cardona?