Don Scipio. Why, zounds! you're not deaf!
Don Juan. A mad—ridiculous!—
Enter Fernando and Victoria.
Fernando! hey, boy, what the devil dress is this?
Don Fer. My father—Sir—I—I—
Don Scipio. [To Victoria.] What are you doing with that fellow?
Vict. Your pardon, dearest father, when I own that he is now my husband.
Don Scipio. Eh! eh! By this ruin, this eternal disgrace upon my house, am I punished for my unjust severity to my poor son, Don Cæsar—married to that rascal!
Don Juan. Call my son a rascal!