And told me to get home again.
Ser. (aside). My heart!
Juan. And wherefore do you think?
Ser. Nay, I know not.
Juan. To tell you of a festival, Serafina,
Preparing in your honour.
Ser. (aside). I breathe again.
Juan. The story’s this. It is the carnival,
You know, and, by a very ancient usage,
To-morrow all the folk of Barcelona,