Elv. If a covetous, and a jealous, and an old man be a husband.
Lor. Three as good qualities for my purpose as I could wish: now love be praised!
Enter Elvira's Duenna, and whispers to her.
Elv. [Aside.] If I get not home before my husband, I shall be ruined. [To him.] I dare not stay to tell you where. Farewell!—Could I once more—
[Exit.
Lor. This is unconscionable dealing; to be made a slave, and know not whose livery I wear. Who have we yonder?
Enter Gomez.
By that shambling in his walk, it should be my rich 399 old banker, Gomez, whom I knew at Barcelona: As I live 'tis he!—What, old Mammon here!
[To Gomez.
Gom. How! young Beelzebub?
Lor. What devil has set his claws in thy haunches, and brought thee hither to Saragossa? Sure he meant a farther journey with thee.
Gom. I always remove before the enemy: When the Moors are ready to besiege one town, I shift quarters to the next; I keep as far from the infidels as I can.