Amid. Don Roderick's sister, Angelina, does
So far exceed her, in the ornaments
Of wit and beauty, though now hid from sight,
That, like the sun, (even when eclipsed) she casts
A yellowness upon all other faces.
Hip. I'll not say much of her, but only this,
Don Manuel saw not with my eyes, if e'er
He loved that Flanders shape; that lump of earth,
And phlegm together.
Amid. You have often seen her,
It seems, by your description of her person:
But I'll maintain on any Spanish ground,
Whate'er she be, yet she is far more worthy
To have my lord her servant, than Honoria.
Hip. And I'll maintain Honoria's right against her, In any part of all the world.
Gons. You go Too far, to quarrel on so slight a ground.
Hip. O pardon me, my lord, it is not slight: I must confess, I am so much concerned, I shall not bear it long.
Amid. Nor I, assure you.
Gons. I will believe what both of you have said, That Honoria, and Angelina, Both equally are fair.
Amid. Why did you name Honoria first?
Gons. And, since you take their parts so eagerly
Henceforth I'll call you by those ladies' names:
You, my Hippolito, shall be Honoria;
And you, my Amideo, Angelina.