Don O. Where is it?
Diego. Even where it was: they are deeply engag'd
A las Pintas,[67] and will not leave their game,
They swear, for all the dons in Seville.
Don O. A curse upon these rogues! I'll make 'em come,
Or make their hearts ache. [Don Octavio runs out.
Diego. Madam, though I was never yet unkind
To my own person, I am so much troubled
At the disquiet my mistake has brought you,
That, could I do't conveniently, i' faith,
I would even cudgel myself.
Por. Away, buffoon! is this a time for fooling?
Enter Don Antonio and Sancho.
Don A. Where is my noble friend Octavio?
Diego. Did you not meet him at the door, sir?
Diego. He went out, sir, just as you came in.