Garcia.It is clear.
Leonor. Well, be it so; and for I think thee, sir,
A man judicious, and thou leav'st my aunt
To make thyself the better so by me,
Pray do excuse me of thy love, since must
I give thy suit resistance till I know
If I've another and a fairer niece.
The discreet Leonor, compromised by the entangling suit of Don Garcia, is compelled to admit the attentions of a gallant and rich marquis, with whom at last she falls in love. The following passage explains the rest:
Garcia.How, cruel one,
Hast changed so soon?
Leonor.Yes, for the better.
Mencia (aside). She gave't him, then, with his own flower.
Garcia. Ungrateful, is not thy disdain enough
Without the aggravation—making him,
The marquis, better?
Leonor.Wilt deny the improvement?
Although in blood thou'rt equal, yet between
Little and ample fortune, and between
Your worship and your lordship—?
Garcia.Yea, I grant:
But what effect hast given thy words,
Thy promise, tyrant, if thou hast all changed
By taking better subject? Where's constancy
If thou hast liked me only when thou couldst not
Better thyself? She only constant is
Who doth despise the opportunity.
Leonor. I do confess to thee, Don Garcia,
That's to be constant, but it's to be foolish.