The very worst of vagrants, worse than gipsies,
But there’s no law against them. Sir, your servant. [Exit.
P. Cura. (jovially.) Aye, know it, and have worn it.
Hyp. Padre Cura,
From the first moment I beheld your face,
I said within myself, This is the man!
There is a certain something in your looks,
A certain scholar-like and studious something—
You understand—which cannot be mistaken;
Which marks you as a very learned man,