Enter Lopez.
Lop. [Aside.] Don Pedro is mounting for his Journey, and leaves a young, warm, liquorish Hussy with a watry Mouth, behind him——Hum—If she falls handsomely in my Master's Way, let her look to her——hist—there he is. Doing what? Thinking? That's new. And if any Good comes on't, that will be newer still.
Don John. [Aside.] How! Abuse the Trust a Friend reposes in me? And while he thinks me waking for his Peace, employ the stretch of Thought to make him wretched?
Lop. Not to interrupt your pious Meditations, Sir, pray have you seen——Seen what, Fool? Why he can't see thee. I'gad, I believe the little blind Bastard has whipt him through the Heart in earnest.
Don John. [Aside.] Pedro wou'd never have done this by me——How do I know that?——Why——he swore he was my Friend——Well; and I swore I was his——Why then if I find I can break my Oath, why should not I conclude he will do as much by his?
Lop. [Aside.] His Countenance begins to clear up: I suppose Things may be drawing to a Conclusion.
Don John. [Aside.] Ay, 'tis just so: And I don't believe he wou'd have debated the Matter half so long as I have done: I'gad I think I have put myself to a great Expence of Morality about it. I'm sure, at least, my Stock's out. But I have a Fund of Love, I hope may last a little longer. O, are you there, Sir!
[Seeing Lop.
Lop. I think so, Sir; I won't be positive in any thing.
Don John. Follow me: I have some Business to employ you in, you'll like.