Periwig. Oh no, beg pardon, sir. I saw the gent knock at a door at Illescas and palaver with Doña Alfonsa, whom he took for the young lady. Don’t you remember, sir, you heard a noise, and came out with a light and your sword? Well, it was him, sir.
Don Luis. I will not deny it. You came forth, and I discreetly hid, but I thought I was speaking with Isabel, not with Alfonsa.
D. Alfonsa. Wait, it was I with whom you spoke, but I took you for Don Pedro.
Don Pedro. (aside). Blessings upon Cupid and my lucky star.
Don Lucas. Well, that’s one gallant done with. But to proceed (to Don Pedro), my sister, Doña Alfonsa, tells me treacherous and unloyal fellow, that you love Isabel.
Don Pedro. Yes, it is so. I confess I have long loved her, before you even thought of her; and who can blame my impotence to stifle a love so great that....
Don Lucas. Hold your tongue, young cousin, for by h——, but no, I won’t swear.... I must have fierce and fatal vengeance.
Don Pedro. Plunge your poniard into this my throat.
Don Lucas. No, I won’t do that; I don’t want to kill you: that’s what you’d like.
Don Pedro. Then what will you do?