[Bawling.
Don Juan. Just arrived.
[Bawling in his Ear.
Don Scipio. I mean as to the hearing.
[Very loud.
Don Juan. Ay, I find it's very bad with you. [Bawling.] Zounds, I shall roar myself as hoarse as a raven!
Don Scipio. Ah, my lungs can't hold out a conversation—I must speak by signs.
[Motions to drink.
Don Juan. What now, are you dumb too?
Enter Vasquez. Whispers Scipio.