Alph. [Turning.] Now you are mad indeed, Gomez; this is my son Lorenzo.
Gom. How? your son Lorenzo! it is impossible.
Alph. As true as your wife Elvira is my daughter.
Lor. What, have I taken all this pains about a sister?
Gom. No, you have taken some about me; I am sure, if you are her brother, my sides can show the tokens of our alliance.
Alph. to Lor. You know I put your sister into a nunnery, with a strict command not to see you, for fear you should have wrought upon her to have taken the habit, which was never my intention; and consequently, I married her without your knowledge, that it might not be in your power to prevent it.
Elv. You see, brother, I had a natural affection to you.
483 Lor. What a delicious harlot have I lost! Now, pox upon me, for being so near a-kin to thee!
Elv. However, we are both beholden to friar Dominick; the church is an indulgent mother, she never fails to do her part.
Dom. Heavens! what will become of me?