Torr. Nothing, and nowhere.
Mari. Come, give it me at once, lest I give you the fellow of the cuff I gave you before.
Torr. For fear of which, take that upon your wrinkled chaps. (Strikes her, and calls out.) Help! help! Murder! murder! Help!
Enter Alonso, Clara, Eugenia, etc. in mantles.
Alon. What now?
Torr. Mari Nuño there, only because I wished her good night, laid violent hands on me.
Mari. Oh the wretch! he wanted to make love to me—and worse—declaring he would none of any who used such a thing as this. (Showing fardingale.)
Alon. Let us hear no more of such folly. There is something else to-day to tell of. Well, (to his daughters,) you have seen this procession?
Eug. Ay, sir; the greatest sight, I believe, that Spain has seen since she was greatest of nations.
Alon. I, who could not go myself, am to see it, you know, in your recital.