Think of flying as of his daughter's weal. No, no; but I will teach her how to cut A figure in this world as best becomes Her rank and station. I will teach her, too, What colours best become her, and how I, I, Rodriguez, figured once in youth, When I with train of yellow and scarlet silk, And stomacher of green, sleeves of sky-blue, First did meet my Carlos at the bull-fight. I'll teach her how to dress, to use the fan— Thus, also thus, and thus, and how to draw, With well-feigned coyness, the mantilla, thus, Across her face, leaving one eye exposed, And ogle, so, the gallants as they pass. 408A few good lessons taken from an adept Will soon prepare her for society. Pedro. (Without.) Rodriguez, Hola! Rodriguez, What ho! Rod. D. Sil. Rod. D. Sil. Rod. 402 403 404 D. Sil. And all the lore 405 Rod. D. Sil. Hush!
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