2 Soldier. Away with him, away with him.
Gom. O my gold! my wife! my wife! my gold! As I hope to be saved now, I know no more of the plot than they that made it.
[They carry him off, and exeunt.
Lor. Thus far we have sailed with a merry gale, and now we have the Cape of Good Hope in sight; the trade-wind is our own, if we can but double it.
[He looks out.
[Aside.] Ah, my father and Pedro stand at the corner of the street with company; there's no stirring till they are past.
Enter Elvira with a casket.
Elv. Am I come at last into your arms?
446 Lor. Fear nothing; the adventure's ended, and the knight may carry off the lady safely.
Elv. I'm so overjoyed, I can scarce believe I am at liberty; but stand panting, like a bird that has often beaten her wings in vain against her cage, and at last dares hardly venture out, though she sees it open.
Dom. Lose no time, but make haste while the way is free for you; and thereupon I give you my benediction.
Lor. 'Tis not so free as you suppose; for there's an old gentleman of my acquaintance, that blocks up the passage at the corner of the street.
Dom. What have you gotten there under your arm, daughter? somewhat, I hope, that will bear your charges in your pilgrimage.