[Looking at Sanguino's Glass.
Don Cæsar. Oh, no! a brimmer round.—Come, a good booty to us to-night.
[All drink.
Spado. Booty! Oh, I love to rob a fat priest.—Stand, says I, and then I knock him down.
Sang. My nose bleeds. [Looks at his Handkerchief.] I wonder what colour is a coward's blood?
Spado. Don't you see it's red?
Sang. Ha! call me coward, [Rises in fury.] sirrah? Captain! cavaliers!—But this scar on my forehead contradicts the miscreant.
Spado. Scar on your forehead!—Ay, you will look behind you, when you run away.
Sang. I'll stab the villain—[Draws Stilletto.]—I will, by Heaven.
Don Cæsar. Pho, Sanguino! you know when a jest offers, Spado regards neither time, place, nor person.