Juan. Better than I do myself?
Ser. What wife does not?
Leon. Just so. A German and the priest of his village coming to high words one day, because the man blew his swine’s horn under the priest’s window, the priest calls out in a rage, ‘I’ll denounce your horns to the parish, I will!’ which the man’s wife overhearing in the scullery, she cries out, ‘Halloa, neighbour, here is the priest revealing my confession!’
Ser. What impertinence, Leonelo!
Leon. Very well then, listen to this; a certain man in Barcelona had five or six children, and one day—
Juan. Peace, foolish fellow.
Leon. Those poor children will never get the meat well into their mouths.
Juan. Farewell, my love, awhile.
[Exeunt Juan and Leonelo.
Ser. Farewell, my lord.