Don Guz. Barbarian!
Jacin. Look up, Madam, for Heaven's sake; since you must marry the Fellow, e'en make the most on't.
Leo. Hoh——
Enter Don Pedro and Don John.
Jacin. So——How d'ye do now? Come, chear up. See, here he comes. By my Troth, and a pretty turn'd Fellow. [Aside.] He'll set all to rights by to-morrow Morning, I'll answer for him.
Don Fel. Don Pedro, you are welcome; let me embrace you.
Don Ped. In what Terms, Sir, shall I express what I owe you for the Honour you do me? And with what Prospect of Return can I receive this inestimable Present? Your Picture, Madam, made what Impression Art cou'd stamp, but Nature has done more. What Wounds your Sex can give, or ours receive, I feel.
Don Fel. Come, Son, (for I'm in haste to call you so)——But what's this I see? Alvarada here! Whence, Sir, this Insolence; to come within my Doors, after you know what has past? Who brought you here?
Don Ped. 'Twas I, Sir.
Don Fel. But do you know that he——