Lop. [To Sancho.] And what command had your lordship there?
San. I had none neither; and I charged with that rogue Carlos.
Lop. [Aside.] So far they are both right, as I have heard. [To Sancho.] And what became of you afterwards?
San. Now I am posed; for Carlos told me he knew nothing of the count afterward:—Sennor, I do not well remember what became of me, for I was in a very great passion; but I did prodigious things, that is certain.
Carl. [To Lop.] Sennor, you may see he is a counterfeit, because he knows nothing of himself; but I, the true Conde, was trodden under the horses' feet, and lay for dead above half an hour.
San. Well, and now I remember myself, I was laid for dead too, for just about half a year.
Lop. [To Dal.] This is the wrong lord; he can say nothing but what the other lord has said before him.
Dal. Then he's the likelier to be the true Conde; for he's a fool, father.
Carl. You see, sennor, he does not remember what became of him, as I said before.
San. How would you have a man remember, when he was laid for dead?