All. [Interposing.] Don't hurt little Spado.
Spado. [Hiding behind.] No, don't hurt little Spado.
Sang. Run away! Armies have confessed my valour: the time has been—but no matter.
[Sits.
Don Cæsar. Come, away with reflection on the past, or care for the future; the present is the golden moment of possession.—Let us enjoy it.
All. Ay, ay, let us enjoy it.
Don Cæsar. You know, cavaliers, when I entered into this noble fraternity, I boasted only of a little courage sharpened by necessity, the result of my youthful follies, a father's severity, and the malice of a good-natured dame.
Spado. Captain, here's a speedy walk-off to old women.
All. [Drink] Ha! ha! ha! ha!