_Dom._ Nay, if you talk of peaching, I'll peach first, and see whose oath will be believed; I'll trounce you for offering to corrupt my honesty, and bribe my conscience: you shall be summoned by an host of parators; you shall be sentenced in the spiritual court; you shall be excommunicated; you shall be outlawed;--and-- [_Here_ LORENZO _takes a purse, and plays with it, and at last lets the purse fall chinking on the ground, which the Friar eyes._ [_In another tone._] I say, a man might do this now, if he were maliciously disposed, and had a mind to bring matters to extremity: but, considering that you are my friend, a person of honour, and a worthy good charitable man, I would rather die a thousand deaths than disoblige you. [LORENZO _takes up the purse, and pours it into the Friar's sleeve._ Nay, good sir;--nay, dear colonel;--O lord, sir, what are you doing now! I profess this must not be: without this I would have served you to the utter-most; pray command me.--A jealous, foul-mouthed rogue this Gomez is; I saw how he used you, and you marked how he used me too. O he's a bitter man; but we'll join our forces; ah, shall we, colonel? we'll be revenged on him with a witness. _Lor._ But how shall I send her word to be ready at the door? for I must reveal it in confession to you, that I mean to carry her away this evening, by the help of these two soldiers. I know Gomez suspects you, and you will hardly gain admittance. _Dom._ Let me alone; I fear him not. I am armed with the authority of my clothing: yonder I see him keeping sentry at his door:--have you never seen a citizen, in a cold morning, clapping his sides, and walking forward and backward, a mighty pace before his shop? but I'll gain the pass, in spite of his suspicion; stand you aside, and do but mark how I accost him. _Lor._ If he meet with a repulse, we must throw off the fox's skin, and put on the lion's.--Come, gentlemen, you'll stand by me? _Sol._ Do not doubt us, colonel. [_They retire all three to a corner of the stage;_ DOMINICK _goes to the door where_ GOMEZ _stands._ _Dom._ Good even, Gomez; how does your wife? _Gom._ Just as you'd have her; thinking on nothing but her dear colonel, and conspiring cuckoldom against me. _Dom._ I dare say, you wrong her; she is employing her thoughts how to cure you of your jealousy. _Gom._ Yes, by certainty. _Dom._ By your leave, Gomez; I have some spiritual advice to impart to her on that subject. _Gom._ You may spare your instructions, if you please, father; she has no farther need of them. _Dom._ How, no need of them! do you speak in riddles? _Gom._ Since you will have me speak plainer,--she has profited so well already by your counsel, that she can say her lesson without your teaching: Do you understand me now? _Dom._ I must not neglect my duty, for all that; once again, Gomez, by your leave.