We would look upon ye, For me thinks ye look lovely.

_Lop_.

Ye have no Letters?

Nor any kind Remembrances?

_Mil_.

Remembrances?

_Lop_.

From _Nova Hispania_, or some part remote, Sir, You look like Travel'd men: may be some old friends That happily I have forgot; some Signiours In _China_ or _Cataya_; some Companions--

_Die_.

In the _Moguls_ Court, or else-where.

_Ars_.

They are mad sure.

_Lop_.

Ye came not from _Peru_? do they look, _Diego_, As if they had some mystery about 'em?

Another _Don Alonzo_ now?

_Die_.

I marry, And so much mony, Sir, from one you know not, Let it be who it will.

_Lop_.

They have gracious favours.

Would ye be private?

_Mil_. There's no need on't, Sir, We come to bring ye a Remembrance from a Merchant.

_Lop_.

'Tis very well, 'tis like I know him.

_Ars_.

No, Sir, I do not think ye do.

_Lop_.

A new mistake, _Diego_, Let's carry it decently.

_Ars_.

We come to tell ye, You have received great sums from a young Factor They call _Leandro_, that has rob'd his Master, Rob'd him, and run away.

_Die_.

Let's keep close, Master; This news comes from a cold Country.

_Lop_.

By my faith it freezes.

_Mil_.

Is not this true? do you shrink now good-man Curat?

Do I not touch ye?

_Lop_.

We have a hundred Duckets Yet left, we do beseech ye, Sir--

_Mil_.

You'll hang both.

_Lop_.

One may suffice.

_Die_.

I will not hang alone, Master, I had the least part, you shall hang the highest.

Plague o' this _Tiveria_, and the Letter, The Devil sent it post, to pepper us, From _Nova Hispania_, we shall hang at home now.

_Ars_.

I see ye are penitent, and I have compassion: Ye are secure both; do but what we charge ye, Ye shall have more gold too, and he shall give it, Yet ne're indanger ye.

_Lop_.

Command us, Master, Command us presently, and see how nimbly--

_Die_.

And if we do not handsomely endeavour--

_Ars_.

Go home, and till ye hear more, keep private, Till we appear again, no words, Vicar, There's something added.