Car. Now my insulting rival's smile speaks out: O cursed, cursed woman!
Enter Jacinta.
Jacin. I'm come in haste to tell you, Sir, that as soon as the moon's up, my lady will give you a meeting in the close-walk by the back-door of the garden; she thinks she has something to propose to you will certainly get her father's consent to marry you.
Car. Past sufferance! this aggravation is not to be borne: go, thank her—with my curses: fly——and let them blast her, while their venom is strong.
[Exit Car.
Jacin.——Won't thou explain? What's this storm for?
San. And dar'st thou ask me questions, smooth-faced iniquity, crocodile of Nile, syren of the rocks? Go carry back the too gentle answer thou hast received: only let me add with the poet:
We are no fools, trollop, my Master nor me;
And thy Mistress may go——to the Devil with thee.
[Exit Sancho.