Carl. That is the door of Lopez, and Sancho must come out this way. Now, fool, sit fast, for thou shalt not want for pestilent advice: but first, I must know how far thou hast proceeded with the father and the daughter, that I may know what drugs I must prepare for the present condition of my patient.—Oh, the door opens already, and he bolts out single, as I wished.
Enter Sancho, picking his Teeth.
San. What, Carlos, you have dined before me; but, it may be, you have not fared so well.
Carl. The best part of your entertainment, I suppose, was the desert of the fair Dalinda after dinner; and how, and how go matters?
San. Better than thou wouldst have them; thou wouldst have put a spoke in my wheel, I know it.
Carl. No; fortune always sets those of your admirable understanding uppermost. But, remember, Dalinda was once mine, however.
San. Thou wouldst not have me give the box away, when I have thrown seven? Come, set upon it what thou darest, and I'll give thee leave to do thy worst.
Carl. You are very confident of your good luck.
San. Thou knowest I have a perpetual ascendant over thee.
Carl. And you are sure to carry her?