A noise within. Follow, follow, follow! Enter Don Carlos, the Corregidor, and Sergeants, pursuing Sancho, Flora, and Diego.
Diego. This is one of Don Cupid's pretty jests:
W' are struck upon a shelf before we could
Put out to sea.
Don C. You find, sir, my conjecture's not ill-grounded.
[To the Corregidore.
Cor. What are you, sirrah?
Diego. A living creature, very like a man:
Only I want a heart.
Cor. Y' are pleasant, sir; pray heaven your mirth continue.
Who is that woman with the veil?
Diego. Let her answer for herself, sh' has a tongue;
Set it but once agoing, and she'll tell
All that she knows, and more.
Cor. Make her uncover her face.
[One of the Sergeants goes to lift up her veil.