Laz. Don’t be vexed: these are jokes: I offend you? The father of Carmen? when for her sake I am ready to go down on my knees and to declare that you are young and beautiful and that you have brains, and to compel the whole world to declare the same. Your arms, Don Timoteo, your arms. (They embrace.) You bear no grudge against me, do you?
Tim. Dear me, why should I?
Laz. Then don’t take away Carmen; don’t separate me from her. A sick man should have his way in everything—and it would make me worse, let Bermudez tell you. Is it not true that it would make me ill? Say it—say it?
Tim. But you are well now?
Berm. Quite well.
Laz. And you, what do you say?
Jav. My boy, I find you as well as ever.
Tim. And I really must go to Sevilla. But we shall soon come back to be reunited. You are not a convalescent: you don’t require to stay here. Away home to work!
Laz. (in the ear of Tim). Then when shall the wedding be?
Tim. For my part—any day—but that, let the doctor say.