Lope. I wish to heaven I could.
Cres. Amen!
Lope. Well, I can at least bear it. Sit down, Crespo.
Cres. Thank you, sir. (Hesitating.)
Lope. Sit down, sit down, pray.
Cres. Since you bid me then, you must excuse my ill manners. (Sits.)
Lope. Humph! Do you know, I am thinking, Crespo, that yesterday’s riot rather overset your good ones.
Cres. Ay?
Lope. Why how else is it that you, whom I can scarce get to sit down at all to-day, yesterday plump’d yourself down at once, and in the big chair too?