Don John. Carry News of you to Papa, I suppose.
Don Ped. You are right; the good Man is thirty Leagues off, and I have not seen him these six Years.
Don John. Lopez, do you wait upon Don Pedro.
Lop. With all my Heart. It's at least a Suspension of Boxes of the Ear, and Kicks of the Backside.
[Aside.
Don Ped. Then, honest Lopez, with your Master's Leave, go to the New-Inn, the King of France on Horseback, and see if my Servant's return'd; I'll be there immediately, to charge thee with a Commission of more Importance.
Lop. I shall perform your Orders, Sir, both to your Satisfaction, and my own Reputation.
[Exit Lopez.
Don John. Very quaint. Well, old Acquaintance, you are going to be married then? 'Tis resolved: Ha!