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MARCELA: Leave me, for goodness' sake.

TRISTAN: That silly woman who so dotes on him dazzled his eyes and ears with empty beauty no longer than a flash of summer lightning. He scorns her riches now, and finds in you, your elegance, your grace, far richer treasure. That love flew like a comet, and was gone. Come here, Teodoro.

TEODORO: If Marcela says it's Fabio she loves now, why bother me?

TRISTAN: Now he's annoyed!

TEODORO: No doubt they're better suited.

TRISTAN: You too? You're acting up? Come on now, stop it.

TEODORO: Why try to talk me round, you fool?

TRISTAN: For my sake, give me your hand this once, sir.

TEODORO: Have I ever told her I loved somebody else? But she says....

TRISTAN: That's just a trick, she wants to turn the tables.

MARCELA: It's not a trick, it's true!