Lor. The friar has an hawk's eye to gold and jewels.
Elv. Here's that will make you dance without a fiddle, and provide better entertainment for us, than hedges in summer, and barns in winter. Here's the very heart, and soul, and life-blood of Gomez; pawns in abundance, old gold of widows, and new gold of prodigals, and pearls and diamonds of court ladies, till the next bribe helps their husbands to redeem them.
Dom. They are the spoils of the wicked, and the church endows you with them.
Lor. And, faith, we'll drink the church's health out of them. But all this while I stand on thorns. Pr'ythee, dear, look out, and see if the coast be free for our escape; for I dare not peep, for fear of being known.
[Elvira goes to look, and Gomez comes running in upon her: She shrieks out.
Gom. Thanks to my stars, I have recovered my own territories.—What do I see? I'm ruined! I'm undone! I'm betrayed!
447 Dom. [Aside.] What a hopeful enterprise is here spoiled!
Gom. O, colonel are you there?—and you, friar? nay, then I find how the world goes.
Lor. Cheer up, man, thou art out of jeopardy; I heard thee crying out just now, and came running in full speed, with the wings of an eagle, and the feet of a tiger, to thy rescue.
Gom. Ay, you are always at hand to do me a courtesy, with your eagle's feet, and your tiger's wings.—And what were you here for, friar?
Dom. To interpose my spiritual authority in your behalf.