Nor shall my will be frustrate, or delayed;
Kings are not kings, unless they be obeyed. [Exeunt.
SCENE II.—The Street before Lopez's House.
Enter Sancho, habited like Don Alonzo de Cardona, with a hunch-back, Dalinda meeting him.
Dal. I watched your coming at the window, and told my father. He's coming out to welcome you.
San. But if I chance to break out into a little wit sometimes, you'll excuse my frailty.
Dal. Pugh, you are so suspicious of yourself, and have so little reason for it. Be as witty as you can; I fear you not.
Enter Don Lopez, and salutes him.
Lop. Noble Conde, you are welcome from the wars. And who did best in the battle, I beseech your honour?