Diego. Were I in the place of the valiant knight Don Juan de Velasquez, in the first place I would deliver a discourse pretty nearly to the same purpose as he has done; but then if that produced no effect, I would say—my dear friend Alonzo, or my dear Don Alonzo, you cannot expect that I should stay to be roasted alive for your sake!—Fare thee well—I shall return home, and take our worthy Diego with me.—We will say over our beads in your behalf.
Juan. That may as well be done here.
Diego. Here!—on heathen ground!—in view of a heathen temple!
Juan. Blockhead!—Our God is every where, and by a firm adherence to the sacred claims of friendship we serve him more acceptably than by saying over a rosary—therefore will I offer no prayers at this moment. I am here as the guardian of my misguided friend.
Diego. And pray then in what capacity am I here?
Juan. As his attendant, whom he employs to carry his arms.
Diego. My presence then, it should seem, is now wholly superfluous, since I am not permitted to appear publickly as such.
Juan. Thy part is to obey, not to remonstrate. Go, take this whistle, and steal silently to the left, along the wall that surrounds the Temple, while I go round by the right—we shall by this means meet on the other side; and should you encounter any thing suspicious by the way, make use of the whistle. Here, take it.
Diego. (Trembling as he takes it) To the left did you say?
Juan. Yes, to the left.