_Alv._ Quit thy fear, All danger is blown over: I have Letters To the Governor, in the Kings name, to secure us, From such attempts hereafter: yet we need not, That have such strong Guards of our own, dread others; And to increase thy comfort, know, this young man Whom with such fervent earnestness you eye, Is not what he appears, but such a one As thou with joy wilt bless, thy Daughter _Clara_. _Eug._ A thousand blessings in that word. _Alv._ The reason Why I have bred her up thus, at more leasure I will impart unto you, wonder not At what you have seen her do, it being the least Of many great and valiant undertakings She hath made good with honor. _Eug._ I'll return The joy I have in her, with one as great To you my _Alvarez_: you, in a man, Have given to me a Daughter: in a Woman, I give to you a Son, this was the pledge You left here with me, whom I have brought up Different from what he was, as you did _Clara_, And with the like success; as she appears Alter'd by custom, more than Woman, he Transform'd by his soft life, is less than man. _Alv._ Fortune, in this gives ample satisfaction For all our sorrows past. _Luc._ My dearest Sister. _Cla._ Kind Brother. _Alv._ Now our mutual care must be Imploy'd to help wrong'd nature, to recover Her right in either of them, lost by custom: To you I give my _Clara_, and receive My _Lucio_ to my charge: and we'll contend With loving industry, who soonest can Turn this man woman, or this woman man. [_Exeunt._ _Actus Secundus. Scæna Prima._ _Enter_ Pachieco, _and_ Lazarillo. _Pac._ Boy: [my] Cloak, and Rapier; it fits not a Gentleman of my rank, to walk the streets in _Querpo_. _Laz._ Nay, you are a very rank Gent. Signior, I am very hungry, they tell me in _Sevil_ here, I look like an Eel, with a mans head: and your neighbor the Smith here hard by, would have borrowed me th' other day, to have fish'd with me, because he had lost his Angle-rod. _Pac._ Oh happy thou _Lazarillo_ (being the cause of other mens wits) as in thine own: live lean, and witty still: oppress not thy stomach too much: gross feeders, great sleepers[: great sleepers,] fat bodies; fat bodies, lean brains: No _Lazarillo_, I will make thee immortal, change thy Humanity into Deity, for I will teach thee to live upon nothing. _Laz._ Faith Signior, I am immortal then already, or very near it, for I do live upon little or nothing: belike that's the reason the Poets are said to be immortal, for some of them live upon their wits, which is indeed as good as little or nothing: But good Master, let me be mortal still, and let's go to supper.