_Lop._ [_To Nurse._] There's two pistoles for you; take them away, and bring them again to-morrow morning. _Nurse._ Thank your honour.--Come away, children; but first I must deliver a note to this gentleman.--Don Carlos, I am sure you remember me. [_Gives him a Note._ _Carl._ Did not you wait on Donna Leonora, the Conde's sister? _Nurse._ Have you forgotten Ynez, the faithful trustee of your affection? Read your letter; there's better news than you deserve. [CARLOS _reads his Letter to himself_. _Dal._ [_To Nurse._] Steal away, dear nurse, while he's reading, and there's more money for you:--fear not, you shall be duly paid; for I am married to one who can provide for them. _Nurse._ [_To her._] Well, I'll keep your credit; but remember. [_Exit Nurse, with the Children._ _Carl._ [_After Reading._] Poor loving creature, she is e'en too constant; I could never have expected this from her.--Look you here, you shall see I have no reason to envy your fortune, Sancho.--[_Looks about him._] How now, what's become of the nurse and the two children? _Dal._ They would have been but too troublesome guests, and are gone away. _Carl._ By your favour, I shall make bold to call them back again. [_Exit_ CARLOS. _Dal._ [_To_ LOP.] Oh barbarous villain! he'll discover all. _Lop._ The best on't is, you're already married. _Dal._ But we have not consummated. I could have so wheedled Mr Bridegroom to-night, that ere to-morrow morning he should have forgiven me. _Re-enter_ CARLOS, _with Nurse and Children_. _Carl._ Come, nurse, no more mincing matters; your lady's orders in my letter must be obeyed: I must find a father and mother for the children in this company. _San._ Whose pretty children are these, Carlos, that you are to provide for? _Carl._ E'en your bride's, Sancho, at your service.-- Children, do your duty to your mother. _Children._ [_Kneeling._] Mamma, your blessing. _San._ Hey day, what's here to do? Are these the issue of your body, Madam Bride? _Carl._ Yes; and they are now your children by the mother's side. The late Conde presents his service to you, with these two pledges of his affection to your wife. _San._ Is it even thus, Dalinda? _Lop._ Christian patience, son-in-law. _San._ Christian patience! I say pagan fury. This is enough to make me turn Jew again, like my father of Hebrew memory. _Carl._ You may make your assault, colonel, without danger; the breach is already made to your hands. _San._ Ay, the devil take him that stormed it first! _Carl._ Speak well of the dead. _Dal._ [_Kneeling._] And forgive the living! _San._ Oh Dalinda! no more Dalinda, but Dalilah the Philistine! Could you find none but me to practise on? _Carl._ Sooner upon you than upon any man; for nature has put a superscription upon a fool's face, and all cheats are directed thither. _Lop._ There's no recalling what's past and done. _San._ You never said a truer word, father-in-law; 'tis done, indeed, to my sorrow.