Juan. Nothing artificial? And you are going to the theatre now?
Nem. I go there to finish the night as God commands—in admiring the marvels of creation. (Rising.)
Tim. Then I’ll accompany you, and we shall both admire them. (Rising.)
Juan. Well, I’ll not stay at home. I’ll go there with you two and we shall all three admire them. (Rising with difficulty.)
Nem. At this time of night, Juanito?
Juan. You two are going at this time of night.
Tim. And what will your wife say?
Juan. For twenty-five years my wife has said nothing. Besides, I give orders here. No one ever calls me to account. Ho, there, I’ll be back in a moment. Ho, there! [Exit.
Nem. I think that poor Juan is getting to the end of his tether. Don’t you see how he walks? What things he says! What pitiful senilities!
Tim. Yet he is not very old.