Val. Know that I am too upright to adorn myself with a name which is not mine, and that all Naples can bear testimony to my birth!
Ans. Softly! Take care of what you are about to say. You speak before a man to whom all Naples is known, and who can soon see if your story is true.
Val. (proudly putting on his hat). I am not the man to fear anything; and if all Naples is known to you, you know who was Don Thomas d'Alburci.
Ans. Certainly; I know who he is, and few people know him better than I do.
Har. I care neither for Don Thomas nor Don Martin. (Seeing two candles burning, he blows one out.)
Ans. Have patience and let him speak; we shall soon know what he has to say of him.
Val. That it is to him that I owe my birth.
Ans. To him?
Val. Yes.
Ans. Nonsense; you are laughing. Try and make out a more likely story, and don't pretend to shelter yourself under such a piece of imposture.