Damn it, I will read no more: it agrees with what he first told me; and therefore it must be all orthodox. Here she comes, too, just in the nick of my revenge; but I shall be very laconic with her. _Enter_ DALINDA. _Dal._ Now, servant. _San._ Now, cockatrice. _Dal._ You're pretty familiar---- _San._ So have you been---- _Dal._ With your mistress. _San._ With the Conde, of whoring memory. _Dal._ A fine salutation! _San._ A final parting. _Dal._ What's the meaning of this? will you come in? _San._ Will you go in? _Dal._ Come, look upon me. [_She makes the_ doux yeux _to him_. _San._ I have no eyes. _Dal._ Then I must take you by the hand. [_She offers, and he pulls back._ _San._ I have no hands neither. _Dal._ How's this? I have been but too kind---- _San._ Yes, to the Conde. _Dal._ Pugh, that was a jest, you know. _San._ 'Tis turned to earnest. _Dal._ You know 'twas of my conception. _San._ And of your bringing forth too. _Dal._ What did I bring forth? _San._ A bastard. _Dal._ O impudent! _San._ Woman. _Dal._ What proof have you of that scandal? _San._ This, with a pox t'ye. [_Throws her the letter._ Patience, oh ye gods! [_Exit._ [_She takes up the note, and, as she is reading it, re-enter_ CARLOS. _Carl._ Much good may do you with your note, madam; now I think I am revenged at full: your cully has forsaken you. _Dal._ Well, I did not expect this from you, cousin Carlos. _Carl._ What did you take me for? King Log in Æsop's Fables, for you to insult me, and play at leap-frog over me? Did not you forsake me for a fool? _Dal._ But was not this a terrible revenge of yours? must you needs shew him the letter, which has ruined my reputation, and lost my fortune? Am I the first frail creature, that had the misfortune of two great bellies, and yet afterwards was decently married, and passed for a virgin? _Carl._ Nay, do not aggravate the matter: consult your note, and you will find but one bastard charged upon you; you see I was not for laying loaders. _Dal._ A great courtesy, to bate me one, as if that was not enough to do my business. _Carl._ Well, suppose I should discover this contrivance of mine, and set all right again? _Dal._ [_Aside._] Contrivance! oh heaven! I have undone myself, by confessing all too soon. _Carl._ If I should prove you innocent, you would prove ungrateful? _Dal._ No, you know I always loved you. _Carl._ You have shown it most abundantly, in choosing Sancho.