But he would marry her.
And there is that handsome fool-woman, her servant, who is in love with him--oh! she told me all about it in the worst Spanish I ever heard, but the story is too long to repeat; and the priest, Father Henriques--he who wished that you might be killed at the inn, and who loves money so much.

Ah! now I think I see some light.

But we have no more time to talk, and I must have time to think.

Friend Pedro, make ready your kisses, we must go on with our game, and, in truth, you play but badly.
Come now, your arm.

There is a seat prepared for us yonder.