Sang. Revenge! Look—[Shows a Stilletto.] if I meet Don Scipio—
Don Cæsar. A stilletto! I command you to quit your purpose.
Sang. What, no satisfaction for my wound last night, and lose my booty too!
Don Cæsar. Your wound was chance—Put up—We shall have noble booty here, and that's our business—But you seem to know your ground here, Sanguino?
Sang. I was formerly master of the horse to Count D'Olivi, the last resident here, so am well acquainted with the galleries, lobbies, windings, turnings, and every secret lurking place in the castle.
Don Cæsar. I missed Spado at the muster this morning—did he quit the cave with you?
Spado. [Without.] As sure as I'm alive, it's fact, sir.—
Don Cæsar. Isn't that Spado's voice?
Sang. Impossible!
Don Cæsar. Hush!