Capt. We are all born subjects to some dominion—soldiers especially to beauty. My sword, though justly raised against this man, as justly fell at this lad bidding.
Cres. No lady, sir, if you please; but a plain peasant girl—my daughter.
Juan. (aside). All a trick to get at her. My blood boils. (Aloud to Captain.) I think, sir, you might have seen enough of my father’s desire to serve you to prevent your requiting him by such an affront as this.
Cres. And, pray, who bid thee meddle, boy? Affront! what affront? The soldier affronted his captain; and if the captain has spared him for thy siste sake, pray what hast thou to say against it?
Capt. I think, young man, you had best consider before you impute ill intention to an officer.
Juan. I know what I do know.
Cres. What! you will go on, will you?
Capt. It is out of regard for you I do not chastise him.
Cres. Wait a bit; if that were wanting, ’twould be from his father, not from you.
Juan. And wha more, I would endure it from any one but my father.