Carl. You may depend on me, Sancho, because my dependance is on you. You got plunder in the battle; while I was hacked and hewed, and almost laid asleep in the damned bed of honour.
San. Nay, I confess I am a lucky rogue, for I was born with a caul upon my head.
Carl. I'm sure I came bare enough into the world, and live as barely in it.
San. Make me but lustily in love, and I'll adopt thee into my fortune; but thou standest—shall I, shall I, till all the ladies are out of sight. Here, take that billet-doux, which I have pulled out by chance from amongst twenty, that I always wear about me for such occasions.
Carl. But to which of them shall I deliver it?
San. Even to her thou canst first overtake.—Nay, do not lose thy time in looking on't, there's no particular direction, man. Fortune ever superscribes my letters to the fair sex: I let her alone to find me out a handsome mistress; and let me alone to make her kind afterwards.
Carl. But suppose I should happen to deliver it to my own mistress, for she was in the presence with her father.
San. Then I suppose thou wilt be the first that shall repent it; for she will certainly fall in love with me.
Lopez and Dalinda re-enter, and walk softly over the Stage.