_Lor._ 'Tis a sign by your wan complexion, and your thin jowls, father. Come, to our better acquaintance:--here's a sovereign remedy for old age and sorrow. [_Drinks._ _Dom._ The looks of it are indeed alluring: I'll do you reason. [_Drinks._ _Lor._ Is it to your palate, father? _Dom._ Second thoughts, they say, are best: I'll consider of it once again. [_Drinks._] It has a most delicious flavour with it. Gad forgive me, I have forgotten to drink your health, Son, I am not used to be so unmannerly. [_Drinks again._ _Lor._ No, I'll be sworn, by what I see of you, you are not:--To the bottom;--I warrant him a true church-man.--Now, father, to our business: 'tis agreeable to your calling; I do intend to do an act of charity. _Dom._ And I love to hear of charity; 'tis a comfortable subject. _Lor._ Being in the late battle, in great hazard of my life, I recommended my person to good Saint Dominick. _Dom._ You could not have pitched upon a better; he's a sure card; I never knew him fail his votaries. _Lor._ Troth, I also made bold to strike up a bargain with him, that, if I escaped with life and plunder, I would present some brother of his order with part of the booty taken from the infidels, to be employed in charitable uses. _Dom._ There you hit him; Saint Dominick loves charity exceedingly; that argument never fails with him. _Lor._ The spoils were mighty; and I scorn to wrong him of a farthing. To make short my story; I inquired among the jacobins for an almoner, and the general fame has pointed out your reverence as the worthiest man:--here are fifty good pieces in this purse. _Dom._ How, fifty pieces? 'tis too much, too much in conscience. _Lor._ Here, take them, father. _Dom._ No, in troth, I dare not; do not tempt me to break my vow of poverty. _Lor._ If you are modest, I must force you; for I am strongest. _Dom._ Nay, if you compel me, there's no contending; but, will you set your strength against a decrepit, poor, old man? [_Takes the Purse._] As I said, 'tis too great a bounty; but Saint Dominick shall owe you another scape: I'll put him in mind of you. _Lor._ If you please, father, we will not trouble him 'till the next battle. But you may do me a greater kindness, by conveying my prayers to a female saint. _Dom._ A female saint! good now, good now, how your devotions jump with mine! I always loved the female saints. _Lor._ I mean, a female, mortal, married-woman-saint: Look upon the superscription of this note; you know Don Gomez's wife. [_Gives him a Letter._ _Dom._ Who? Donna Elvira? I think I have some reason; I am her ghostly father. _Lor._ I have some business of importance with her, which I have communicated in this paper; but her husband is so horribly given to be jealous,--