Enter Don Felix and Don Perez. Felix. You say his name's Don Gaspar? Perez. So he styles himself; but of what house, parentage, or country, cannot be gained. He keeps aloof from all, bears himself gallantly; and 'tis manifest that any question discourteously put he'd answer with his sword. Felix. He's skill'd in fence, then? Perez. There's none to match him. I, who have foiled half Seville, am but a scholar in his hands, when at the School we've joined the assault in courtesy. Felix. A proper man?