Chi. She fail us!
No sentinel perdu is half so alert
As she in these occasions.
Enter Francisca veiled, peeping as out of the portal of Don Julio's house.
Fran. There comes the varlet; and I'm much deceived,
Or that's his master lagging at a distance—
I'll give them a go-by, cover'd with my veil.
[She passes by them heedlessly.
Chi. By that light, as little as 'tis, 'tis she:
I'll to her.
Don Z. And I'll stand close the while—
When you have broken the ice, I'll take my time.
[Chichon, going to Francisca, lays hold of her veil, and she turns about.
Chi. What signifies a veil to hide my doxy,
When every motion of a leg or wing
Darts round perfuming and informing airs?
Thou art the very cauliflower of women.
Fran. And thou the very cabbage-stalk of men,
That never stank to me, as does a blab.