Enter Don Antonio and Sancho, in riding-clothes.
San. Sir, we are arriv'd in very good time.
Don A. I did not think it would have been so soon
By an hour at least; but lovers ride apace.
Why smile you, Sancho?
San. Faith, at the novelty of your amours,
To fall in love with one you hardly saw,
And marry one you never saw: 'tis pretty;
But we poor mortals have another method.
Don A. Y' are very pleasant, friend; but is not this
The market-place, behind the Jacobins?
San. Yes, sir.
Don A. 'Tis here I charg'd Ernesto to expect me.
San. Since you are here, sir, earlier than you thought,
Why might you not go shift you at the post-house,
And be return'd before Ernesto come?
Howe'er, 'tis better that he wait for you,
Than you for him, in the open street.
Don A. 'Tis well thought on; come, let's go then. [Exeunt.
Enter Don Octavio and Diego.