Lope. No, no, no repayment; that were impossible if I wished it. A free keepsake of regard.
Isab. As such I receive it then, sir. Ah, may I make bold to commit my brother to your kindness?
Lope. Indeed, indeed, you may rely on me.
Enter Juan.
Juan. The litter is ready.
Lope. Adieu, then, all.
All. Adieu, adieu, sir.
Lope. Ha, Peter! who, judging from our first meeting, could have prophesied we should part such good friends?
Cres. I could, sir, had I but known—
Lope (going). Well?