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. _Die_. H'as been from hence, about some twenty years, sir. _Lea_. Some five and twenty, sir. _Die_. You say most true, Sir, Just to an hour; 'tis now just five and twenty, A fine straight timber'd man, and a brave soldier, He married: let me see,-- _Lea_. _De Castro's_ Daughter. _Die_. The very same. _Lea_. Thou art a very Rascal. De _Castro_ is the Turk to thee, or any thing: The Mony rubbs 'em into strange remembrances, For as many Duckets more they would remember _Adam_. _Lop_.