_Vera._ This book he left; go bear it after him.-- Yet stay; I know not why, but somewhat prompts me To read this folded page.-- [_To_ GARCIA.] Go, royal youth: I would myself conduct you to Victoria, But lovers need no guide to their desires; And love no witness, but himself, requires. [_Exeunt the King and Queen one Way, with their Attendants; and_ DON GARCIA _with his, another_. SCENE II.--_A Street._ _Enter_ CARLOS _before_ DON LOPEZ'S _Door_. _Carl._ That is the door of Lopez, and Sancho must come out this way. Now, fool, sit fast, for thou shalt not want for pestilent advice: but first, I must know how far thou hast proceeded with the father and the daughter, that I may know what drugs I must prepare for the present condition of my patient.--Oh, the door opens already, and he bolts out single, as I wished. _Enter_ SANCHO, _picking his Teeth_. _San._ What, Carlos, you have dined before me; but, it may be, you have not fared so well. _Carl._ The best part of your entertainment, I suppose, was the desert of the fair Dalinda after dinner; and how, and how go matters? _San._ Better than thou wouldst have them; thou wouldst have put a spoke in my wheel, I know it. _Carl._ No; fortune always sets those of your admirable understanding uppermost. But, remember, Dalinda was once mine, however. _San._ Thou wouldst not have me give the box away, when I have thrown seven? Come, set upon it what thou darest, and I'll give thee leave to do thy worst. _Carl._ You are very confident of your good luck. _San._ Thou knowest I have a perpetual ascendant over thee. _Carl._ And you are sure to carry her? _San._ She is fond of my person; she ogled me all dinner-time; she put her foot under the table, and trod upon mine; and if these are not certain symptoms of passion, the devil's in womankind. _Carl._ And her father? _San._ The goodest old man! he drank my health to his daughter; and I, to comply with my obligation, answered the challenge. There, I think, I was with her again. _Carl._ You have no more to do but to take out a licence. _San._ Indeed, I have her licence for it. _Carl._ What, quibbling too in your prosperity? If you let another, I shall be enraged. But you have not told me that her father is consenting. _San._ In a manner; but-- _Carl._ But what? is he not absolutely yours? _San._ There is a small demur upon the matter: in short, he hit me in the teeth with a damnable rich old Conde; who, I find, has been dabbling with this covetous old hunks; but, bating him, Don Lopez tells me I shall be the welcomest man alive. _Carl._ Do you know that Conde's name? _San._ Don something de Cardona, whom the devil confound! _Carl._ My old acquaintance; he charged with me in the battle, but what became of him I know not. If he be the man, despair betimes, Sancho; he'll revenge my quarrel, and carry her in spite of you.