_Vera._ Behold how haughtily he strides away, Lofty and bold; as if not banished hence, But seeking for some other place to reign. I think he cannot hope; but, lest he should, Victoria soon shall be Don Garcia's bride.-- [_To_ XIMENA.] Go, madam, for I know you are in haste, To greet your daughter with this goodly news. Tell her, Alphonso is no more my son; But tell her too, he shall not be her husband. Bid her prepare herself to wed Navarre; Whether by force, or by consent, I care not; To-morrow shall determine that affair. Nor shall my will be frustrate, or delayed; Kings are not kings, unless they be obeyed. [_Exeunt._ SCENE II.--_The Street before_ LOPEZ'S _House_. _Enter_ SANCHO, _habited like_ DON ALONZO DE CARDONA, _with a hunch-back_, DALINDA _meeting him_. _Dal._ I watched your coming at the window, and told my father. He's coming out to welcome you. _San._ But if I chance to break out into a little wit sometimes, you'll excuse my frailty. _Dal._ Pugh, you are so suspicious of yourself, and have so little reason for it. Be as witty as you can; I fear you not. _Enter_ DON LOPEZ, _and salutes him_. _Lop._ Noble Conde, you are welcome from the wars. And who did best in the battle, I beseech your honour? _San._ Why, next my honour, one colonel Sancho did best. _Lop._ Who, Sancho? he's little better than a coxcomb. _San._ Nay, he has too much wit; if he had as much grace, 'twould be better for him. _Lop._ But he's your lordship's rival in my daughter. _San._ Is he so? then make much of him, old gentleman. _Lop._ You would not have me prefer him to your excellency? _San._ Faith, you can hardly chuse amiss betwixt us two; he's my other self, man. _Lop._ I make a vast difference betwixt you. _San._ That shall be a very good jest between you and me another time. _Dal._ [_Aside._] The fool's too much a fool; he's going to discover himself, if I prevent it not.-- [_To_ LOPEZ.] Make haste, father, and put him upon the point, or he'll give me up to Sancho. _Lop._ Let Sancho be no fool, since your lordship pleases; for he is not bound to make my daughter any satisfaction, as you are. _San._ And satisfaction she shall have. What, I hope you don't think I am a eunuch? _Dal._ [_Aside._] Oh heaven! I shall be ruined between them; I forgot to instruct my father not to meddle with that point.--[_To_ LOPEZ.] Say no more of it, I beseech you, sir. _Lop._ [_To her._] 'Tis for thy good; let me alone.-- You know you have injured the poor girl, my lord. _San._ Not to my remembrance, sennor. You and I may have quarrelled, I confess, and I think I may have given you some hard words to-day. _Dal._ [_Aside._] Now has he forgotten he's my lord, and is harping upon the quarrel he had with him as Sancho. This must end in my destruction. _Lop._ Your lordship and I can have had no quarrel to-day, for I have not seen you this twelvemonth.