Dal. Did not Carlos give you this naughty counsel?
San. I should not answer thee, I know it. Hartlykins! this is just cramping a man when he's asleep, to make him tell his dream. Let go my hand, and Carlos did not advise me; but hold it, and he did:—now, will you be at quiet with me?
Dal. Not till you promise me to be friends with my father.
San. Well, confound thee, I am friends with him.
Dal. And to banish Carlos for an evil counsellor.
San. Upon condition you'll discharge the count from seeing you.
Dal. No conditions: either surrender upon discretion, or I'll put you to the sword.
San. Pox on thee for being so tyrannical; but I can't help myself, and therefore I totally submit.
Dal. Now, then, you shall perceive how gracious a princess I intend to be. My father doats upon this count, but I despise him.
San. That's a good girl; for love of me, I'll warrant you.