[Aside—Chinks the Purse, and retires.
Don Scipio. Ah, my amber-headed cane!
[Still looking about.
Enter Don Fernando.
Don Fer. The villains!
Don Scipio. Ay, you made them fly like pigeons, my little game-cock!
Don Fer. Oh, I fancy this is the gentleman that was attacked. Not hurt, I hope, sir?
Don Scipio. No, I'm a tough old blade—Oh, gadso, well thought on—feel if there's a ring in the purse, it's a relic of my deceased lady, it's with some regret I ask you to return it.
Don Fer. Return what, sir?
Don Scipio. A ring you'll find in the purse.