Alon. You need not speak twice to me to be silent: Though I take it somewhat ill of you to be tutored.
Lop. This eternal old man will make me mad.
[Aside.
Alon. Why, when do you begin, sir? How long must a man wait for you? Pray make an end of what you have to say quickly, that I may speak in my turn too.
Lop. This cavalier is in love——
Alon. You told me that before, sir; do you speak oracles, that you require this strict attention? Either let me share the talk with you, or I am gone.
Lop. Why, sir, I am almost mad to tell you, and you will not suffer me.
Alon. Will you never have done, sir? I must tell you, sir, you have tattled long enough; and 'tis now good manners to hear me speak. Here's a torrent of words indeed; a very impetus dicendi; will you never have done?
Lop. I will be heard in spite of you.
[This next speech of Lopez, and the next of Alonzo's, with both their replies, are to be spoken at one time, both raising their voices by little and little, till they bawl, and come up close to shoulder one another.
Lop. There's one Don Melchor de Guzman, a friend and acquaintance of mine, that is desperately in love with your eldest daughter Donna Theodosia.