_San._ That's true; now I remember myself, you have not. _Lop._ But that you have wronged my daughter is manifest. _Dal._ [_To_ SANCHO.] Sir, I must needs speak a word with you in private. If you love me, confess you have enjoyed me; for I told my father so, on purpose to make him the more condescending to the match. _San._ [_To her._] A word to the wise, I understand you. Now you shall see me top upon the old fellow [_To_ LOPEZ.] Well, sennor, I won't stand with you for a night's lodging with your daughter; I acknowledge I have been a little familiar with her, or so: but, to make her amends, I will marry her, and consummate with her most abundantly. _Lop._ Then all shall be set right, and the man shall have his mare again. _Enter_ CARLOS, _habited like_ SANCHO. _Lop._ What, another Don Alonzo? this is prodigious! _Carl._ [_Aside, seeing_ SANCHO.] Bless me, the post is taken up already, and the true count is here before me. _Dal._ [_Aside._] This is not my Conde; but some other counterfeit. [_To_ SANCHO.] You are as true a count as he: stand to your likeness. _San._ Would I were out of my likeness! [_Sneaking back._ _Dal._ Put forward, man, I'll second you. _San._ But what a devilish high back he has gotten too? he'll carry me away a pick-a-pack, that's certain. _Carl._ [_Aside._] I find him now: by their whispering and by his aukwardness, this must be Sancho; and I'll out-face him. [_To_ LOPEZ.] Sennor Don Lopez, I am come, by your permission, to renew my addresses to your fair daughter. _Lop._ Your lordship is most welcome. _San._ Whose lordship? _Lop._ Why, one of your lordships; I know not which, for by your backs you are both my lords. That's as you two can agree the matter. _San._ [_To_ CARLOS.] Sirrah, where did you steal that back of mine? _Carl._ Sirrah, I was born with it; but what he-camel has your mother been dealing withal, that you are begotten in my resemblance? _San._ What, I hope you wont pretend to pass for the true Conde? _Carl._ I am Don Alonzo de Cardona. _San._ And so am I. _Carl._ If you stay a little longer, I'll stretch your bones, till you are as strait as an arrow. _San._ Do not provoke me; I am mischievously bent. _Carl._ Nay, you are bent enough in conscience; but I have a bent fist for boxing. _San._ And I have a strait foot for kicking. [_They come up to each other._ _Lop._ Here will be bloodshed immediately.--Hold, noblemen both; will ye be content that I should examine ye, and then stand to my award which is the true Conde? _San._ Well, to save Christian blood, I will. _Carl._ And, to save Jewish blood,--that is your blood, sirrah,--I am contented too. _Lop._ [_To_ CARLOS.] What command had you, my lord, in the last battle? _Carl._ I had none; I was a volunteer, and charged with honourable Colonel Carlos in the fight. _Lop._ [_To_ SANCHO.] And what command had your lordship there? _San._ I had none neither; and I charged with that rogue Carlos.