Pre. May Heaven forgive him for it!
Hyp. (coming forward.) All gentle quarrels in the pastoral poets;
All passionate love scenes in the best romances;
All chaste embraces on the public stage;
All soft adventures, which the liberal stars
Have wink’d at, as the natural course of things,
Have been surpass’d here by my friend the student
And this sweet gipsy lass, fair Preciosa!
Pre. Señor Hypolito! I kiss your hand.
Pray shall I tell your fortune?