Don Scipio. What an honest servant!—he has an eye to every thing!
[Exit Don Scipio.
Spado. But before I turn honest, I must get somewhat to keep me so.
AIR X.—SPADO.
In the forest here hard by,
A bold robber late was I,
Sword and blunderbuss in hand,
When I bid a trav'ler stand;
Zounds, deliver up your cash,