when I ought to hate you? Why ought I to hate you, when I love you with all my heart?—What is this?—Aye! Aye! I cannot. I cannot more.
(The curtain falls darkly on the scene. A short pause.)
SCENE VII.
Viceroy: Sancho——
Sancho: Enter sir! So great an honor!—
V.: I have already told you, Sancho, that I love you as a son. It is not the Viceroy of Mexico, who comes now to your house. I enter it as a friend. Receive me as such.
S.: And—to what, then, do I owe this pleasure? Seat yourself, sir, seat yourself.
(The Viceroy seats himself.)
V.: I come to you, Sancho,