Viceroy looks at him with frightened surprise.)
V.: Sancho!—Are you making sport of me? Are you trifling with my agony?—But, no, no, you would not be capable of that, impossible.—You are not an ingrate.
S.: Seat yourself, Señor Viceroy, and hear me.
V.: Seat myself?—Good, I obey you—Now, you see—I seat myself.—But you must tell it me.
S.: Listen. Only last night, Señor Viceroy, I told you that Juan de Paredes,—the person who has been recommended to you——
V.: My God! but—and, what has this to do?
S.: If you are not calm——!
V.: Sancho!
S.: If you are not calm, I will say nothing and then you would