Where I can do you honour. For my son,
I must suppose from what your daughter says,
You would, without our further prayer or thanks,
Have done as you have done.
Mend. Too true—I know—
And you still better, lady—that, all done,
I am your debtor still.
Enter Elvira.
Elv. Madam, your room is ready.
Viol. May I then