Dal. [To Sancho.] Sir, I must needs speak a word with you in private. If you love me, confess you have enjoyed me; for I told my father so, on purpose to make him the more condescending to the match.
San. [To her.] A word to the wise, I understand you. Now you shall see me top upon the old fellow [To Lopez.] Well, sennor, I won't stand with you for a night's lodging with your daughter; I acknowledge I have been a little familiar with her, or so: but, to make her amends, I will marry her, and consummate with her most abundantly.
Lop. Then all shall be set right, and the man shall have his mare again.
Enter Carlos, habited like Sancho.
Lop. What, another Don Alonzo? this is prodigious!
Carl. [Aside, seeing Sancho.] Bless me, the post is taken up already, and the true count is here before me.
Dal. [Aside.] This is not my Conde; but some other counterfeit. [To Sancho.] You are as true a count as he: stand to your likeness.
San. Would I were out of my likeness! [Sneaking back.
Dal. Put forward, man, I'll second you.