_Alonzo Tiveria_, very well, A very ancient friend of mine, I take it, For till this hour I never heard his name yet.
_Lea_.
You look, Sir, as if ye had forgot my Father.
_Lop_.
No, no, I look, as I would remember him, For that I never remembred, I cannot forget, Sir, _Alonzo Tiveria_?
_Lea_.
The same, Sir.
_Lop_.
And now i'th' _Indies_?
_Lea_.
Yes.
_Lop_.
He may be any where, For ought that I consider.
_Lea_.
Think again, Sir, You were Students both at one time in _Salamanca_, And, as I take it, Chamber-fellows.
_Lop_.
Ha?
_Lea_.
Nay, sure you must remember.
_Lop_.
Would I could.
_Lea_.
I have heard him say, you were Gossips too.
_Lop_.
Very likely, You did not hear him say, to whom? for we Students May oft-times over-reach our memories.
Do'st thou remember, _Diego_, this same Signiour?
Thou hast been mine these twenty years.
_Die_.
Remember?
Why this Fellow would make ye mad: _Nova Hispania_?
And Signiour _Tiveria_? what are these?
He may as well name ye Friends out of _Cataya_.
Take heed I beseech your worship: do you hear, (my friend?) You have no Letters for me?
_Lea_.
Not any letter, But I was charged to doe my Fathers love To the old honest Sexton _Diego_: are you he, Sir?
_Di[e]_.
Ha? have I friends, and know 'em not? my name is _Diego_, But if either I remember you or your Father, Or _Nova Hispania_ (I was never there Sir) Or any kindred that you have--for heaven-sake, Master, Let's cast about a little, and consider, We may dream out our time.
_Lea_.
It seems I am deceiv'd, Sir, Yet, that you are _Don Lopez_ all men tell me, The Curate here, and have been some time, Sir, And you the Sexton _Diego_, such I am sent to, The letter tells as much: may be they are dead, And you of the like names succeed: I thank ye Gentlemen, Ye have done honestly, in telling truth, I might have been forward else. For to that _Lopez_, That was my Fathers friend, I had a charge, (A charge of mony) to deliver (Gentlemen) Five hundred Duckets, a poor small gratuity, But since you are not he--
_Lop_.
Good Sir, let me think, I pray ye be patient, Pray ye stay a little, Nay, let me remember, I beseech ye stay, Sir.
_Die_.
An honest noble friend, that sends so lovingly; An old friend too; I shall remember sure, Sir.
_Lop_.
Thou sayst true _Diego_.
_Die_.
'Pray ye consider quickly, Doe, doe, by any means, me thinks already A grave staid gentleman comes to my memory.
_Lea_.
He's old indeed, sir.
_Die_.
With a goodly white Beard, (For now he must be so: I know he must be) _Signior Alonzo_, Master.
_Lop_.
I begin to have him.