And all mankind, run headlong to be slaves.
Ours is the harvest which those Indians mow;
They plough the deep, but we reap what they sow. [Exit.
ACT V.
SCENE I.—Lopez's House.
Enter Sancho, Lopez, Dalinda. Carlos meeting them.
Carl. Give you joy, Mr Bridegroom and Mrs Bride; you see I have accepted your invitation.
San. And thou art welcome, as a witness of my triumph.
Carl. I could tell tales that would spoil your appetite, both to your dinner and your bride.—You think you are married to a vast fortune.
Dal. A better, perhaps, than you imagine.