Lop. If I thought the boon were small, I would not importune my princess with the asking it: But since my life depends upon the grant—
Cam. Ma'am, I must needs tell your la'ship, that Don Lopez has deserved you, for he has acted all along like a cavalier, and more for your interest than his own. Besides, ma'am, Don Melchor is as poor as he is false: For my part, I shall never endure to call him master.
Aur. Don Lopez, go along with me. I can promise nothing, but I swear I will do my best to disengage my heart from this furious tender, which I have for him.
Cam. If I had been a man, I could never have forsaken you: Ah those languishing casts, ma'am; and that pouting lip of your la'ship, like a cherry-bough, weighed down with the weight of fruit!
Aur. And that sigh too, I think, is not altogether disagreeable; but something charmante and mignonne.
Cam. Well, Don Lopez, you'll be but too happy.
Lop. If I were once possessor—
Enter Bellamy and Theodosia.
Theo. O we are surprised.
Bel. Fear nothing, madam; I think, I know them: Don Lopez?