Don Lucas. Yes!
D. Alfonsa. And do you remember that I also had one at the inn at Illescas?
Don Lucas. Well, what of that?
D. Alfonsa. You must know it was feigned.
Don Lucas. And now who’ll believe you when you really have one?
D. Alfonsa. I did it with a motive. Don Pedro, the traitor, thinking it was real, seized the opportunity to say a thousand tender things to Doña Isabel. I would have given vent to my rage, but he is so far gone, he even makes love to her before you.
Don Lucas. A pretty how-d’ye-do!
D. Alfonsa. Last—night—he—met—her—in—the—parlour—secretly.... And now you know my wrongs. Make haste and avenge both yourself and me on that treacherous Don Pedro.
Don Lucas. A pretty kettle of fish. But, devil take it, Don Luis has just been to tell me that Isabel is in love with him. Perhaps she loves them both, she seems to have a great facility that way. But if Don Pedro is her accepted lover, I’ll pay them both out! I shall have such a revenge as shall last their whole lives! To kill them would be too poor a vengeance.
D. Alfonsa. What do you mean to do?