_Carl._ Because I bring it from a fool. There's a friend of mine, of a plentiful fortune, that's desperately in love with your fair daughter, Dalinda; and has commanded me, by your permission, to deliver this letter to her. _Lop._ A rich man's letter may be delivered. [CARLOS _gives her the Letter_. _Dal._ What's here? A note without a superscription [_She seems to read._] As I live, a bill of exchange for two hundred pistoles, charged upon a banker, and payable to the bearer! An accomplished cavalier I warrant him; he writes finely, and in the best manner. _Carl._ [_Aside._] There's the covetous sex, at the first syllable! The fool's good planet begins to work already; but I shall stop its influence. _Lop._ Good cousin colonel, what manner of man is my son-in-law that may be? _Carl._ D'ye see that sneaking fellow yonder? _Lop._ Who, that gallant cavalier? _Dal._ I wish it were no worse. _Carl._ Plague, ye make me mad betwixt ye. His outside's tawdry, and his inside's fool. He's an usurer's son, and his father was a Jew. _Dal._ No matter for all that, he's rich. _Carl._ He was begot upon the wife of a desperate debtor, out of pure good husbandry, to save something. He's covetous by the father's side, a blockhead by the mother's, and a knave by both. _Lop._ I see nothing like your description of him, at this distance. Call him hither, I would fain speak with him. _Carl._ Come hither, Don Sancho, and make good the character I have given of you. [SANCHO _comes up, and salutes them awkwardly_. _Lop._ Cavalier, I shall be glad to be better known to you. _San._ [_To_ CARL.] You see I have luck in a bag, Carlos. _Carl._ [_Aside._] Ay, in a bag of money; I see it to my sorrow.--Try his wit, signior, you'll find it as heavy as lead. [_Aside to_ LOPEZ. _Lop._ [_To_ SANCHO.] So his money be silver, I care not.--Come, cavalier, what say you to my daughter? _San._ Why, I say, I was resolved to love the first fair lady that I met. _Dal._ Oh lord, sir! _Carl._ [_To_ LOP.] Do but mark his breeding. _Lop._ I like him never the worse for his plain dealing. _Dal._ Bluntness, methinks, becomes a soldier. _Carl._ [_Aside._] How naturally old men take to riches, and women to fools! _Lop._ [_To_ SAN.] You have made a noble declaration of your love, sir, with a handsome present of two hundred pistoles. _San._ What, I hope I have not mistaken papers, and sent you my letter of exchange for two hundred pistoles, charged upon the banker Porto Carrero? Pray return that letter, madam, and I'll look out for another, that shall treat only of dry love, without those terrible appendixes. _Dal._ Why, did not you intend this for me, cavalier? _San._ No; you shall hear me rap out all the oaths in Christendom, that I am wholly innocent of this accusation.