Urr. Indeed, indeed, I do rejoice you should.
[Exit with Blanca.
Men. And I, not knowing if your choice be right,
Know that I would not lose you for a moment,
So glad your presence makes me.
[Exit with Lope.
Vic.[5] Beatrice! Beatrice!
Beat. Well?
Vic. Think you not, now that our principals are fairly out of the way, you owe me a kiss on my arrival?
Beat. Ay, hot from the oven.