Jacin. True flesh and blood, every inch of her, for all that.
Car. [Reads again.] And if you prevail with him to lay his commands upon me, you shall be as happy as my obedience to them can make you.
O happy, happy Carlos! But what shall I say to thee for this welcome message? [To Jacinta.] Alas! I want words——But let this speak for me, and this, and this, and——
[Giving her his ring, watch, and purse.
San. Hold, Sir; pray leave a little something for our board-wages. You can't carry 'em all, I believe: [To Jacinta.] shall I ease thee of this?
[Offering to take the purse.
Jacin. No; but you may carry——That, sirrah.
[Giving him a box o' th' ear.
San. The jade's grown purse-proud already.