Vic. All sham.
Beat. What, my fine madam there false teeth?
Vic. Oh, and half a dozen villainous things I could tell you, did it become a gentleman to tell tales of ladies. But see, here is master coming back.
Beat. Good-bye then, for the present, Vicente. False teeth and a wig!
[Exit.
Enter Don Lope.
Lope. Vicente, have you by any chance seen Violante?
Vic. Not that I know of, sir; she may however have passed without my knowing her.
Lope. Vicente still! As if it were possible one who had once seen such beauty could ever forget it.
Vic. Why, sir, if her maid Elvira happened to be by her side—