Juan. And I will follow you to the world’s end, ] sir.
Cres. Though you must make allowance for his awkwardness at first, sir, remembering he has only had ploughmen for teachers, and plough and pitchforks for books.
Lope. He needs no apology. And now the sun’s heat abates towards his setting, I will be off.
Juan. I will see for the litter.
[Exit.
Enter Isabel and Ines.
Isab. You must not go, sir, without our adieu.
Lope. I would not have done so; nor without asking pardon for much that is past, and even for what I am now about to do. But remember, fair Isabel, ’tis not the price of the gift, but the good will of the giver makes its value. This brooch, though of diamond, becomes poor in your hands, and yet I would fain have you wear it in memory of Don Lope.
Isab. I take it ill you should wish to repay us for an entertainment—