Vic. Why so, sir! only for telling you I saw the lady coming this way; but, I suppose, seeing people here, she has turned back.
Lope. Will you retire awhile, Don Guillen? this lady is my father’s guest.
Guil. (aside). Beside, she might be angry finding me here.
[Exit.
Lope. ’Fore Heaven, my mind misgave me it was she he spoke of!
Vic. Well, you have got the weather-gage. Tackle her now.
Enter Violante and Elvira.
Lope. Nay, lady, turn not back. What you, the sun
I see by, to abridge my little day
By enviously returning to the west