Dal. [Aside.] The fool's too much a fool; he's going to discover himself, if I prevent it not.—[To Lopez.] Make haste, father, and put him upon the point, or he'll give me up to Sancho.
Lop. Let Sancho be no fool, since your lordship pleases; for he is not bound to make my daughter any satisfaction, as you are.
San. And satisfaction she shall have. What, I hope you don't think I am a eunuch?
Dal. [Aside.] Oh heaven! I shall be ruined between them; I forgot to instruct my father not to meddle with that point.—[To Lopez.] Say no more of it, I beseech you, sir.
Lop. [To her.] 'Tis for thy good; let me alone.— You know you have injured the poor girl, my lord.
San. Not to my remembrance, sennor. You and I may have quarrelled, I confess, and I think I may have given you some hard words to-day.
Dal. [Aside.] Now has he forgotten he's my lord, and is harping upon the quarrel he had with him as Sancho. This must end in my destruction.
Lop. Your lordship and I can have had no quarrel to-day, for I have not seen you this twelvemonth.
San. That's true; now I remember myself, you have not.
Lop. But that you have wronged my daughter is manifest.