Fel. Gentlemen, we must waive my story then, for as the proverb goes, ‘My Lady first.’ (He looks out.) By Heaven, they are divine!
Juan. Let me see. (Aside.) By Heaven, ’tis she!
Ped. Come, it is my turn now. (Aside.) Eugenia! I must keep it to myself.
Fel. I scarce know which is handsomest.
Juan. Humph! both pretty girls enough.
Ped. Yes, very well.
Fel. Listen, gentlemen; whether handsome, or pretty, or very well, or all three, you must not stare at them from my window so vehemently; being the daughters of a friend of mine, and only just come to Madrid.
Juan (aside). That the first thing I should see on returning to Madrid, is she for whose love I left it!
Ped. (aside). That the first thing I see here is what I came for the very purpose of seeing!
Hernando (entering). Table is served, sir.