[Exit Lorenzo.
Lop. Sir——Captain Toledo, one word if you please, Sir; I'm mighty sorry to see my Master won't accept of your friendly offer; look ye, I'm not very rich; but as far as the expences of a dollar went, if you'd be so kind to take a little care of me, it shou'd be at your service.
Tol. Let me see:——A dollar you say? but suppose I'm wounded?
Lop. Why you shall be put to no extraordinary charge upon that: I have been 'prentice to a barber; and will be your surgeon myself.
Tol. 'Tis too cheap in conscience; but my land estate is ill paid this war-time——
Lop. That a little industry may be commendable; so say no more, that matter's fix'd.
[Exeunt Lop. and Tol.
Enter Camillo.
Cam. How miserable a perplexity have I brought myself into! Yet why do I complain? since with all the dreadful torture I endure, I can't repent of one wild step I've made. O Love! what tempests canst thou raise, what storms canst thou assuage! To all thy cruelties I am resign'd: Long years thro' seas of torment I'm content to roll, so thou wilt guide me to the happy port of my Lorenzo's arms, and bless me there with one calm day at last.
Enter Isabella.