Knows nothing of the world, but cometh straight From that old convent without time to taste The sweets of life, or choose from out the crowd Of motley youths who should encompass her One of her choice, befitting more her age Than this grey, grim, and surly Don Diego. Ped. Don Diego is a proper gentleman. A trifle old, perhaps; so much the better, He will but die the sooner, and so leave Our Inez mistress of his lordly hall. Once left a widow, young and rich, she then May marry any gallant that she likes. First let her fill her mouth and clothe her back, Then indulge her own caprice at leisure. I'm for Don Diego, and will help his plan With all my power. 414 Rod. Oh! you men, you men, You're all alike, and have no sentiments. Just such a one is master, who would sell His only child to pay his debts withal. Ped. Why, how can he help it? Debts must be paid. And when the debt is cancelled in this way I fancy I can see the old miser chuckle To himself at having got off so cheap. Ped. Rod. 413 Ped. Rod. Ped. 414 Rod. Oh! you men, you men, Ped. Don Silvio advances in their midst. Don Silvio D. Sil. Discussing matters that concern ye not, Eavesdropping hounds, unmannered miscreants! Is this your duty and your gratitude? Knaves that ye are, and base-born time-servers, Off with ye both! Thou, Pedro, lazy lout, Off to the convent, as I bade thee. Fly! Rouse not my wrath; and thou, thou gossiping hag, Back to thy room and give thy tongue a rest, Else it will swell and choke thee. Would it might. D. Sil.
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