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[_Bawling in his Ear._
_Don Scipio._ I mean as to the hearing.
[_Very loud._
_Don Juan._ Ay, I find it's very bad with you. [_Bawling._] Zounds, I shall roar myself as hoa.r.s.e as a raven!
_Don Scipio._ Ah, my lungs can't hold out a conversation--I must speak by signs.
[_Motions to drink._
_Don Juan._ What now, are you dumb too?
_Enter VASQUEZ. Whispers SCIPIO._
_Don Scipio._ Oh, you may speak out, n.o.body can hear but me.
_Don Juan._ [_To VASQUEZ._] Pray, is this crazy fool, your master here, going to be married?
_Don Scipio._ What!
[_Surprised._
_Vas._ [_To SCIPIO._] Don Fernando would speak to you, sir.
[_Exit VASQUEZ._
_Don Scipio._ I wish he'd come here and speak to this old blockhead, his father.--[_Takes his Hand._]--Don Juan, you are welcome to my house--but I wish you had stayed at home.
_Don Juan._ I am much obliged to you.
_Don Scipio._ You will soon see your son--as great an a.s.s as yourself.
_Don Juan._ An a.s.s! you shall find me a tiger, you old whelp!
_Don Scipio._ Why, zounds! you're not deaf!
_Don Juan._ A mad--ridiculous!--
_Enter FERNANDO and VICTORIA._
Fernando! hey, boy, what the devil dress is this?
_Don Fer._ My father--Sir--I--I--
_Don Scipio_. [_To VICTORIA._] What are you doing with that fellow?
_Vict._ Your pardon, dearest father, when I own that he is now my husband.
_Don Scipio._ Eh! eh! By this ruin, this eternal disgrace upon my house, am I punished for my unjust severity to my poor son, Don Caesar--married to that rascal!
_Don Juan._ Call my son a rascal!
_Don Scipio._ Zounds, man! who's thinking of your son? But this fellow to marry the girl, and disgrace my family!
_Don Juan._ Disgrace! He has honoured your family, you crack-brained old fool!
_Don Scipio._ A footman honour my family, you superannuated, deaf old idiot!
_Enter DAME ISABELLA._
Oh, Dame, fine doings! Pedrillo here has married my daughter.
_Don Juan._ But why this disguise?--what is all this about? tell me, Fernando.
_Isab._ What, is this really Don Fernando?
_Don Scipio._ Do you say so, Don Juan?
_Don Juan._ To be sure.
_Don Scipio._ Hey! then, Dame, your daughter is left to the valet--no fault of mine, though.
_Isab._ What a vile contrivance!
_Don Fer._ No, madam, yours was the contrivance, which love and accident have counteracted, in justice to this injured lady.
_Isab._ Oh, that villain Spado!
_Don Juan._ Spado? why that's the villain told me you were deaf.
_Don Scipio._ Why, he made me believe you could not hear a word.
_Isab._ And led me into this unlucky error.
[_Exit ISABELLA._
_Don Juan._ Oh, what a lying scoundrel!
_Enter SPADO, behind._
_Spado._ I wonder how my work goes on here!--[_Roars in DON JUAN's Ear._]
I give you joy, sir.
_Don Juan._ I'll give you sorrow, you rascal!
[_Beats him._
_Don Scipio._ I'll have you hang'd, you villain!
