Car. I am not in a jesting condition.
Lop. Nor I at present, Sir.
Car. Speak then the truth, as thou wouldst do it at the hour of death.
Lop. Yes, at the gallows, and be turn'd off as soon as I've done.
[Aside.
Car. What's that you murmur?
Lop. Nothing but a short prayer.
Car. I am distracted, and fright the wretch from telling me what I am upon the rack to know. [Aside.] Forgive me, Lopez, I am to blame to speak thus harshly to thee: let this obtain thy pardon. [Gives him money.] Thou see'st I am disturb'd.
Lop. Yes, Sir, I see I have been led into a snare; I have said too much.