Juan. How could it be otherwise than a pleasant one, such pageants as I had to entertain me by the way?
Fel. Oh, you mean our royal master’s nuptials?
Juan. Ay!
Fel. I must hear all about them, Juan; even now, upon the spot.
Juan. Well then, you know at least, without my telling you, how great a debt Germany has owed us—
Enter Don Pedro hastily.
Ped. My dear Don Felix!
Fel. Don Pedro! By my faith, my door must be the door of heaven, I think; for all the good keep coming in by ’t. But how comes your University term so soon over?
Ped. Alas, it’s not over, but—