Oho! my good Signior Don _John_, you are mistaken in your Man; I am your humble Valet, 'tis true, and I am to obey you; but when you have got the Devil in your Body, and are upon your Rantipole Adventures, you shall _Quixote_ it by yourself, for _Lopez_. Yonder he is, waiting for poor _Guzman_, with a Sword of a Fathom and a Half; a Dagger for close engagement; and (if I don't mistake) a Pocket-pistol for extraordinary Occasions. I think I am not in the wrong to keep a little out of the Way: These Matters will end in a Court of Justice, or I'm wrong in my Foresight: Now that being a Place where I am pretty well known, and not over-much reputed, I believe 'tis best, neither to come in for Prisoner nor Evidence. But hold; yonder comes another _Toledo_! Don _Guzman_ I presume, but I presume wrong, it is--who is it? Don _Pedro_, by all the Powers! What the Pox does he here, or what the Pox do I here? I'm sure as Matters stand, I ought to fly him like a Creditor; but he sees me, 'tis too late to slip him. _Enter Don ~Pedro~._ Don _Ped._ How now, _Lopez_; where are you going? _Lop._ I'm going, Sir, I----I'm going--if you please----I'm going about my Business. Don _Ped._ From whence do you come? _Lop._ Only, only, Sir, from--taking the Air a little, I'm mightily muddled with a Whur----round about in my Head, for this Day or two; I'm going home to be let Blood, as fast as I can, Sir. Don _Ped._ Hold, Sir; I'll let you Blood here. This Rascal may have borne some Part in this late Adventure: He's a Coward; I'll try to frighten it out of him. [_Seizing him by the Collar, and drawing his Poniard._ You Traitor, you, y' are dead. _Lop._ Mercy, Don _Pedro_! Don _Ped._ Are you not a Villain? [_~Lop.~ kneeling._ _Lop._ Yes; if you please. Don _Ped._ Is there so great a one upon Earth? _Lop._ With respect to my Master----No. Don _Ped._ Prepare then to die! _Lop._ Give me but Time, and I will. But, noble Don _Pedro_, just Don _Pedro_, generous Don _Pedro_, what is it I have done? Don _Ped._ What, if thou dar'st deny, I'll plunge this Dagger deep into thy Throat, and drive the Falsehood to thy Heart again. Therefore, take heed, and on thy Life declare, didst thou not this last night open my Doors to let Don _Guzman_ in? _Lop._ Don _Guzman_! Don _Ped._ Don _Guzman_! Yes, Don _Guzman_, Traitor; him. _Lop._ Now may the Sky crush me, if I let in Don _Guzman_. Don _Ped._ Who did let you in then? It was not your Master, sure! If it was him, you did your Duty; I have no more to say. _Lop._ Why then, if I let in any Body else, I'm a Son of a Whore. [_Rising._ Don _Ped._ Did he order you beforehand, or did you do it upon his knocking? _Lop._ Why he--I'll tell you, Sir, he----pray put up that Brilliant, it sparkles so in my Eyes, it almost blinds me--thank you, Sir.