Carl. But I recovered, rogue, and pursued the enemy.
San. And I recovered, and pursued them too, for above an hundred miles together, at full speed.
Lop. That's farther than you needed, by three-score miles; for 'tis but forty from the place of battle to the city.
Carl. Yes, at full speed upon the same horse, and never drew bit neither.
San. [To Dal.] Help me, dear Dalinda! I am bogged, you see.
Dal. [To him.] That's with pursuing your enemies too far; but I'll help you out again—[To Lopez.]—Pray, sir, let me examine them a little.
Lop. You'll make nothing of that first Conde.
Dal. Yes, a son-in-law, I warrant you.—[To them.] Which of you two promised me marriage?
Both. I did.
Dal. [To Carl.] And did you enjoy me?