Car. I'll let him see at last I can be chearful too. Your servant, Don Lorenzo; how do you do this morning?
Lor. I thank you, Don Carlos, perfectly well both in body and mind.
Car. What! cur'd of your love, then?
Lor. No, nor I hope I never shall. May I ask you how 'tis with yours?
Car. Increasing every hour; we are very constant both.
Lor. I find so much delight in being so, I hope I never shall be otherwise.
Car. Those joys I am well acquainted with. But should lose them soon, were I to meet a cool reception.
Lor. That's every generous lover's case, no doubt; an angel could not fire my heart but with an equal flame.
Car. And yet you said you still lov'd Leonora.
Lor. And yet I said I lov'd her.