Don Scipio. Well, you say you know the cave?
Spado. Yes, yes, I slipped the handkerchief from my eyes and took a peep, made particular observations of the spot; so get a strong guard, and I'll lead you to the very trap-door of their den.
Don Scipio. 'Egad, then we'll surprise them, and you'll have the prayers of the whole country, my honest friend.
Spado. Heaven knows, sir, I have no motives for this discovery but the public good, so I expect the country will order me a hundred pistoles, as a reward for my honesty.
Don Cæsar. Here's a pretty dog!
[Apart.
Sang. Ay, ay, he ha'n't long to live.
[Apart.
Don Scipio. An hundred pistoles!
Spado. Sir, have an eye upon their captain, as they call him, he's the most abandoned, impudent profligate—[Suddenly turning sees Cæsar, who shows a Pistol.] Captain did I say? [Terrified.] Oh, no; the captain's a very worthy good-natured fellow—I meant a scoundrel, who thinks he ought to be captain, one Sanguino, the most daring, wicked, and bloody villain that—[Turning the other may, perceives Sanguino with a Pistol.] but indeed, I found Sanguino an honest, good-natured fellow too—