_Lor._ What devil has set his claws in thy haunches, and brought thee hither to Saragossa? Sure he meant a farther journey with thee. _Gom._ I always remove before the enemy: When the Moors are ready to besiege one town, I shift quarters to the next; I keep as far from the infidels as I can. _Lor._ That's but a hair's breadth at farthest. _Gom._ Well, you have got a famous victory; all true subjects are overjoyed at it: There are bonfires decreed; an the times had not been hard, my billet should have burnt too. _Lor._ I dare say for thee, thou hast such a respect for a single billet, thou wouldst almost have thrown on thyself to save it; thou art for saving every thing but thy soul. _Gom._ Well, well, you'll not believe me generous, 'till I carry you to the tavern, and crack half a pint with you at my own charges. _Lor._ No; I'll keep thee from hanging thyself for such an extravagance; and, instead of it, thou shalt do me a mere verbal courtesy. I have just now seen a most incomparable young lady. _Gom._ Whereabouts did you see this most incomparable young lady?--My mind misgives me plaguily. [_Aside._ _Lor._ Here, man, just before this corner-house: Pray heaven, it prove no bawdy-house. _Gom._ [_Aside._] Pray heaven, he does not make it one! _Lor._ What dost thou mutter to thyself? Hast thou any thing to say against the honesty of that house? _Gom._ Not I, colonel; the walls are very honest stone, and the timber very honest wood, for aught I know; but for the woman, I cannot say, till I know her better: Describe her person, and, if she live in this quarter, I may give you tidings of her. _Lor._ She is of a middle stature, dark-coloured hair, the most bewitching leer with her eyes, the most roguish cast! her cheeks are dimpled when she smiles, and her smiles would tempt an hermit. _Gom._ [_Aside._] I am dead, I am buried, I am damned.--Go on, colonel; have you no other marks of her? _Lor._ Thou hast all her marks; but she has a husband, a jealous, covetous, old hunks: Speak! canst thou tell me news of her? _Gom._ Yes; this news, colonel, that you have seen your last of her. _Lor._ If thou help'st me not to the knowledge of her, thou art a circumcised Jew. _Gom._ Circumcise me no more than I circumcise you, colonel Hernando: Once more, you have seen your last of her. _Lor._ [_Aside._] I am glad he knows me only by that name of Hernando, by which I went at Barcelona; now he can tell no tales of me to my father.--[_To him._] Come, thou wer't ever good-natured, when thou couldst get by it--Look here, rogue; 'tis of the right damning colour: Thou art not proof against gold, sure!--Do not I know thee for a covetous-- _Gom._ Jealous old hunks? those were the marks of your mistress's husband, as I remember, colonel. _Lor._ Oh the devil! What a rogue in understanding was I, not to find him out sooner! [_Aside._