Spado. [Aside.] I may pass for this angel in the dark—Villains! scoundrels! robbers! to attack an honest old gentleman on the king's highway!—but I made the dogs scamper!
[Vapouring about.
Don Scipio. Oh dear! this is my preserver!
Spado. Who's there! Oh, you are the worthy old gentleman I rescued from these rascal banditti.
Don Scipio. Noble, valiant stranger—I—
Spado. No thanks, signor; I have saved your life; and a good action rewards itself.
Don Scipio. A gallant fellow, 'faith—Eh, as well as I could distinguish in the dark, you looked much taller just now.
[Looking close at him.
Spado. When I was fighting? true, anger raises me—I always appear six foot in a passion: besides, my hat and plume added to my height.
Don Scipio. [By Accident treading on the Purse.] Hey, the rogues have run off without my purse too.