Car. Well, dear Jacinta, say something to your charming mistress, that I am not able to say myself: But, above all, excuse my late unpardonable folly, and offer her my life to expiate my crime.
Jacin. The best plea for pardon will be never to repeat the fault.
Car. If that will do 'tis seal'd for ever.
Jacin. Enough; but I must be gone; success attend you with the old gentleman. Good-by t'ye, Sir.
[Exit Jacin.
Car. Eternal blessings follow thee.
San. I think she has taken them all with her; the jade has got her apron full.
Car. Is not that Lorenzo coming this way?
San. Yes, 'tis he; for my part now I pity the poor gentleman.
Enter Lorenzo.