Chis. A fellow there who began to ask questions as to my fair play at roulette—when I was all as fair as day too—I answered him with this. (Showing a knife.) Well, he’s gone to the barber’s to get it dressed.
Reb. You still stand kicking when I want to get to the fair. I wanted you with your castanets, not your knife.
Chis. Pooh! one’s as handy as the other. What’s up now?
Reb. Come with me to quarters; I’ll tell you as we go along.
[Exeunt.
Scene II.—A trellis of Vines in Crespo’s garden.
Enter Crespo and Don Lope.
Cres. Lay the table here. (To Lope.) You’ll relish your supper here in the cool, sir. These hot August days at least bring their cool nights by way of excuse.
Lope. A mighty pleasant parlour this!
Cres. Oh, a little strip my daughter amuses herself with; sit down, sir. In place of the fine voices and instruments you are used to, you must put up with only the breeze playing on the vine leaves in concert with the little fountain yonder. Even the birds (our only musicians) are gone to bed, and wouldn’t sing any the more if I were to wake them. Come, sit down, sir, and try to ease that poor leg of yours.