Lor. But how shall I send her word to be ready at the door? for I must reveal it in confession to 441 you, that I mean to carry her away this evening, by the help of these two soldiers. I know Gomez suspects you, and you will hardly gain admittance.
Dom. Let me alone; I fear him not. I am armed with the authority of my clothing: yonder I see him keeping sentry at his door:—have you never seen a citizen, in a cold morning, clapping his sides, and walking forward and backward, a mighty pace before his shop? but I'll gain the pass, in spite of his suspicion; stand you aside, and do but mark how I accost him.
Lor. If he meet with a repulse, we must throw off the fox's skin, and put on the lion's.—Come, gentlemen, you'll stand by me?
Sol. Do not doubt us, colonel. [They retire all three to a corner of the stage; Dominick goes to the door where Gomez stands.
Dom. Good even, Gomez; how does your wife?
Gom. Just as you'd have her; thinking on nothing but her dear colonel, and conspiring cuckoldom against me.
Dom. I dare say, you wrong her; she is employing her thoughts how to cure you of your jealousy.
Gom. Yes, by certainty.
Dom. By your leave, Gomez; I have some spiritual advice to impart to her on that subject.
Gom. You may spare your instructions, if you please, father; she has no farther need of them.