Lop. Well, this is fair play; now I speak, Sir: you see, fair lady, the goodness of a tender father, nothing need therefore hinder you from owning a most loving husband. We had like to have been altogether by the ears about this business, and pails of blood were ready to run about the house: but, thank heaven, the sun shines out again, and one word from your sweet mouth makes fair weather for ever. My master has been forc'd to own your marriage, he begs you'll do so too.
Leo. What does this impudent rascal mean?
Lop. Ha!—--Madam!
Leo. Sir, I should be very glad to know [To Lorenzo.] what can have been the occasion of this wild report; sure you cannot be yourself a party in it.
Lop. He, he——
Lor. Forgive me, dear Leonora, I know you had strong reasons for the secret being longer kept; but 'tis not my fault our marriage is disclos'd.
Leo. Our marriage, Sir!——
Lor. 'Tis known, my dear, tho' much against my will; but since it is so, 'twou'd be in vain for us to deny it longer.
Leo. Then, Sir, I am your wife? I fell in love with you, and married you without my father's knowledge?