Lope. If you did,
’Twould much disprove the listener’s adage.
Guil. How?
Lope. You set your ears to such a lucky tune,
As took in all the words that made for you,
But not the rest that did complete the measure.
Guil. But did not Violante, when you urged her
In my behalf, say she relented?
Lope. Yes.
Guil. To whom then?