_Dal._ Come, you bely your noble nature. Look upon me again, cavalier, [_She makes the doux yeux to him._] and then examine your own heart, if you meant it not to me. _San._ Nay, I confess my heart beats a charge towards you;--and yet two hundred pistoles is a swinging sum for one kind look, Carlos! _Carl._ A damnable hard penny-worth! hold you there, Don Sancho. [DALINDA _looks upon him again more sweetly_. _San._ She has two devils in her eyes; that last ogle was a lick-penny.--Well, madam, I dedicate those fair two hundred pistoles to your more fair hand; and, now you have received them, I meant them for you. _Dal._ And, in requital, I receive you for my servant, cavalier. _Carl._ [_Aside._] Damn him for his awkward liberality; he's always covetous, but when 'tis to do me a mischief. _Lop._ [_To_ DAL.] He's come on again; my heart was almost at my mouth.--Now, Mrs Minion, let me take you to task in private. [_Draws her aside a little._] What hope have you of the Conde Don Alonzo de Cardona? _Dal._ Little or none; a bare possibility. You know what has passed betwixt us. _Lop._ But suppose he should renew his love, had you rather marry that rich old Conde, or this poor young rogue, Don Carlos? _Dal._ This poor young rogue, if you please, father. _Lop._ I thought as much, good madam. But, to come closer to the present business, betwixt Don Carlos and Don Sancho, that is to say, a poor young wit, and a rich young fool; put the case, gentlewoman, which of them would you chuse? _Dal._ If it were not for mere necessity, I have a kind of a loathing to a fool. _Lop._ The more fool you, madam. _Dal._ Would you have a race of booby grandsons? _Lop._ That's as your conscience serves you. I say only, that your husband shall be a fool; I say not, your children's father shall be one. _San._ [_To_ CAR.] This is a plaguy long whisper, I do not like it. And yet, now I think on't, my left eye itches, some good luck is coming towards me. _Lop._ [_To them._] I'll be short and pithy with you. Don Sancho,--I think they call ye,--if out of my abundant love I should bestow my dutiful daughter on you, what kind of husband would you make? _San._ Husband, sennor? Why, none at all. None of my predecessors were ever married; my father and my mother never were, and I will not be the first of my family that shall degenerate. I thought my two hundred pistoles would have done my business with Dalinda, and a little winking money with you. _Lop._ What, would you make me a pimp to my own daughter? _Dal._ And imagine my chastity could be corrupted with a petty bribe? _San._ Nay, I am not so obstinate neither against marriage. Carlos gave me this wicked counsel, on purpose to banish me; and, in revenge to him, I will marry. _Lop._ I hope you'll ask her leave first? _San._ Pho! I take that for granted; no woman has the power to resist my courtship. _Lop._ Suppose then, as before supposed; what kind of husband would you make?