+Don O.+ Who's truly valiant will be always so. +Diego.+ Who's wisely valiant will avoid the foe. +Don O.+ You have more light, Diego, I see, than heat; But I'll allow your wit and honesty To come to composition for your want Of courage. +Diego.+ I have courage enough for the profession To which my parents did design me. +Don O.+ Why, what was that? +Diego.+ An advocate. I could have acted choler In my client's sight, and, when his back was turn'd, Have hugg'd the lawyer of the adverse party; And, if I mistake not, they sell their breath Much dearer than you soldiers do your blood. 'Tis true, you get honour, a fine light food For delicate complexions; but I have Known some captains of plain stomachs starve upon't. +Don O.+ The varlet's i' the right. [_Aside._] How came't about You were not of this thriving trade? +Diego.+ After I had spent seven years at Salamanca, My father, a rich merchant of this city, Was utterly undone by that damn'd Englishman, With whom we fright our children. +Don O.+ Who, Captain Drako? Was he a pirate? +Diego.+ He had been so on this side of the line. +Don O.+ 'Tis strange that war and peace should have degrees Of latitude: one would have thought they should Have been the same all o'er the world. But what's this To my amours? I trifle away my time. Was ever lover's fate so rude as mine? Condemn'd to darkness, forc'd to hide my head, As well as love; and, to spite me the more, Fortune has contradictions reconcil'd: I am at once a pris'ner and exil'd. _Enter +Don Antonio+ and +Sancho+._ +Don A.+ Methinks Ernesto should not tarry long, If not already come. Sancho, how call you The street there just before us, where you see Yon gentleman with his cloak o'er his face? I have lost all my measures of this town. +Sancho.+ I am as much to seek as you, sir. +Don A.+ Let us go to him, Sancho, and inquire: He has a notable good mien: I ne'er Saw an air more like [to] Octavio's. +Don O.+ Unless my eyes do very much deceive me, That's Don Antonio; if it be he, Diego, There is no danger in his knowing us: He was my comrade when I first bore arms. [_+Don Octavio+ lets fall his cloak from before his face._ Tis he. +Don A.+ You injure me, Octavio, to be so long A-knowing one who's so entirely yours. [_They embrace._ +Don O.+ Your presence in this place, noble Antonio, Was so unexpected, I hardly durst Believe my eyes. When came you to this town? +Don A.+ I am just now arrived. +Don O.+ I joy to see you here, but should have thought It likelier to have heard of you at court, Pursuing there the recompenses due To your great merit.