_Dal._ You should send for an alguazil to order him, if I were sure that the Conde would come on again; but, since that's uncertain, go in, father, and let me alone with him: if I make him your son-in-law, that's punishment sufficient for him. _Lop._ Well, cavalier, you may chance to hear of me. [_Exit_ LOPEZ. _San._ Yes, and of your daughter too, in the next lampoon, I doubt not.--[_To_ DALINDA.] Why don't you follow him? What do you and I together, madam countess? _Dal._ Nay, I know not. _San._ Nor I neither. _Dal._ I hope you will not beat me. [_She looks languishingly upon him._ _San._ I can't tell that; thou hast a damnable kind of leer, that would provoke me to somewhat--I say not what. _Dal._ Beat me with my own hand, if I deserve it; there 'tis for you. [_Gives him her hand, and squeezes his._ _San._ If I should beat thee now, as thou hast deserved richly, I could make thee satisfaction. _Dal._ Indeed they say an old man should never beat a young woman, because he cannot make her satisfaction. _San._ Abominable chuck! if I did not hate thee mortally, I could be content to love thee for a quarter of an hour or so.--Why, what's here to do? you are at your old tricks again. Pr'ythee, sweet devil, do not ogle me, nor squeeze my palm so feelingly; thou dear infernal, do not. _Dal._ Why, do I hurt you? _San._ No, but thou ticklest me to the very heart-strings, most wickedly. _Dal._ You command me then to leave you? [_Seems to be going._ _San._ Not command you neither, not absolutely. _Dal._ I go then-- _San._ Then I do command thee. I mean to stay a little longer. Thou hast fired my blood most horribly with that squeezing: hast not thou the itch? speak, damnation! I think I have got the infection of thee. [_He shakes his hands._ _Dal._ I'll go and comfort my old father for the affronts you gave him. _San._ No, perverseness; I'll make thee stay: in very spite of thy proud sex, I'll humble thee. _Dal._ But was not you a grievous man to use him so? you shall tell me, or I break your fingers. _San._ Not a word, to save thee from perdition; I am as dumb as a heathen oracle. _Dal._ Then I must squeeze it out of you. [_Pressing his hand again._ _San._ Ah, ha! it runs through me like wild-fire. [_Panting._ _Dal._ Did not Carlos give you this naughty counsel? _San._ I should not answer thee, I know it. Hartlykins! this is just cramping a man when he's asleep, to make him tell his dream. Let go my hand, and Carlos did not advise me; but hold it, and he did:--now, will you be at quiet with me? _Dal._ Not till you promise me to be friends with my father. _San._ Well, confound thee, I am friends with him. _Dal._ And to banish Carlos for an evil counsellor. _San._ Upon condition you'll discharge the count from seeing you. _Dal._ No conditions: either surrender upon discretion, or I'll put you to the sword.