We would look upon ye, For me thinks ye look lovely.
_Lop_.
Ye have no Letters?
Nor any kind Remembrances?
_Mil_.
Remembrances?
_Lop_.
From _Nova Hispania_, or some part remote, Sir, You look like Travel'd men: may be some old friends That happily I have forgot; some Signiours In _China_ or _Cataya_; some Companions--
_Die_.
In the _Moguls_ Court, or else-where.
_Ars_.
They are mad sure.
_Lop_.
Ye came not from _Peru_? do they look, _Diego_, As if they had some mystery about 'em?
Another _Don Alonzo_ now?
_Die_.
I marry, And so much mony, Sir, from one you know not, Let it be who it will.
_Lop_.
They have gracious favours.
Would ye be private?
_Mil_. There's no need on't, Sir, We come to bring ye a Remembrance from a Merchant.
_Lop_.
'Tis very well, 'tis like I know him.
_Ars_.
No, Sir, I do not think ye do.
_Lop_.
A new mistake, _Diego_, Let's carry it decently.
_Ars_.
We come to tell ye, You have received great sums from a young Factor They call _Leandro_, that has rob'd his Master, Rob'd him, and run away.
_Die_.
Let's keep close, Master; This news comes from a cold Country.
_Lop_.
By my faith it freezes.
_Mil_.
Is not this true? do you shrink now good-man Curat?
Do I not touch ye?
_Lop_.
We have a hundred Duckets Yet left, we do beseech ye, Sir--
_Mil_.
You'll hang both.
_Lop_.
One may suffice.
_Die_.
I will not hang alone, Master, I had the least part, you shall hang the highest.
Plague o' this _Tiveria_, and the Letter, The Devil sent it post, to pepper us, From _Nova Hispania_, we shall hang at home now.
_Ars_.
I see ye are penitent, and I have compassion: Ye are secure both; do but what we charge ye, Ye shall have more gold too, and he shall give it, Yet ne're indanger ye.
_Lop_.
Command us, Master, Command us presently, and see how nimbly--
_Die_.
And if we do not handsomely endeavour--
_Ars_.
Go home, and till ye hear more, keep private, Till we appear again, no words, Vicar, There's something added.