Don Scipio. Friend, you villain! that sha'n't save your neck.
Spado. Why, I've saved your throat.
Don Scipio. How, sirrah?
Spado. Only two of the banditti here in the castle, this morning.
Don Scipio. Oh, dear me!
Spado. But I got them out.
Don Scipio. How? how?
Spado. I told them they should come and murder you this evening.
Don Scipio. Much obliged to you.—Oh, lord!