The Missive

[SANCHO]
"Most lovely sovereign and highborn lady—"

[ALDONZA, spoken]
Ho.

[SANCHO]
"The heart of this, thy vassal knight, faints for thy favor"

[ALDONZA, spoken]
Ha, ha.

[SANCHO]
"Oh, fairest of the fair, purest of the pure
Incomparable Dulcinea—"

[ALDONZA, spoken]
That again. My name is Aldonza!

[SANCHO, spoken]
My master calls you Dulcinea.

[ALDONZA, spoken]
Why?

[SANCHO, spoken]
I don't know. But I can tell you from experience that knights have their own language for everything. And it's better not to ask questions because it only gets you into trouble.

[ALDONZA, spoken]
Hm.

[SANCHO]
"I beg thee grant that I may kiss
The nethermost hem of thy garment—"

[ALDONZA, spoken]
Kiss my which?

[SANCHO, spoken]
If you keep interrupting, the whole thing will be out of my head!

[ALDONZA, spoken]
Well, what does he want?

[SANCHO, spoken]
I'm getting to it!
(sung)
"—And send to me a token of thy fair esteem
That I may carry as my standard into battle"