I will wear Maestricht’s laurel round my brows;
Leaving meanwhile Don Felix Governor
Till my return—by this sign manual.
[Puts Nisida’s hand in Felix’s.
Fel. My lord, my lord!
Laz. Elvira!
Elv. Lazaro!
Laz. I must be off. Our betters if we ape,
And they ape marriage, how shall we escape?
Ar. And learn this moral. None commend