[Exit.
Alon. Not in vain did Mari Nuño warn me of her dangerous disposition! If he have such a proof of her incontinence how will he marry her?
Re-enter Torribio with a fardingale.
Torr. There, uncle, there it is, hoops, and steps, and all!
Alon. This a ladder?
Torr. Ah, that, if it were all let out, would scale the tower of Babel, I believe.
Alon. I can scarce control my rage. Fool! this is a fardingale, not a ladder.
Torr. A what-ingale?
Alon. A fardingale, fool![10]