Alon. ’Tis he! I will go and receive him.
[Exit.
Torr. (within). Very well then. Hold my stirrup, Lorenzo.
Eug. What a figure!
Enter Alonso and Torribio.
Alon. My nephew, Don Torribio, giving thanks to Heaven for your safe arrival at my house, I hasten to welcome you as its head.
Torr. Ay, uncle, and a head taller, I promise you, than almost any body in the parish.
Alon. Let me introduce your cousins to you, who are so anxious for your acquaintance.
Torr. Ah, that’s proper of ’em, isn’t it?