As sad as when I left you years ago.
Blan. ‘As sad?—as when you left me years ago’—
I understand you not—am not aware
I ever saw you till to-day.
Mend. Ah, Blanca,
Have pity!
Blan. Nay, Don Mendo, let us cease
A conversation, uselessly begun,
To end in nothing. If your memory,
Out of some dreamt-of fragments of the past,