Luis. Nay,
Between us two no season’s out of season.
Por. So? then I’ll ask. Alvaro—
Luis. All but that!
Ask me not that way.
Por. Then ’tis not the season.
Luis. The season for all else but that which never
Can be in season. How often have I told you
Never to speak to me again of him!
Por. What has my brother done, sir, after all,