_Lop._ [_Aside._] So far they are both right, as I have heard. [_To_ SANCHO.] And what became of you afterwards? _San._ Now I am posed; for Carlos told me he knew nothing of the count afterward:--Sennor, I do not well remember what became of me, for I was in a very great passion; but I did prodigious things, that is certain. _Carl._ [_To_ LOP.] Sennor, you may see he is a counterfeit, because he knows nothing of himself; but I, the true Conde, was trodden under the horses' feet, and lay for dead above half an hour. _San._ Well, and now I remember myself, I was laid for dead too, for just about half a year. _Lop._ [_To_ DAL.] This is the wrong lord; he can say nothing but what the other lord has said before him. _Dal._ Then he's the likelier to be the true Conde; for he's a fool, father. _Carl._ You see, sennor, he does not remember what became of him, as I said before. _San._ How would you have a man remember, when he was laid for dead? _Carl._ But I recovered, rogue, and pursued the enemy. _San._ And I recovered, and pursued them too, for above an hundred miles together, at full speed. _Lop._ That's farther than you needed, by three-score miles; for 'tis but forty from the place of battle to the city. _Carl._ Yes, at full speed upon the same horse, and never drew bit neither. _San._ [_To_ DAL.] Help me, dear Dalinda! I am bogged, you see. _Dal._ [_To him._] That's with pursuing your enemies too far; but I'll help you out again--[_To_ LOPEZ.]--Pray, sir, let me examine them a little. _Lop._ You'll make nothing of that first Conde. _Dal._ Yes, a son-in-law, I warrant you.--[_To them._] Which of you two promised me marriage? _Both._ I did. _Dal._ [_To_ CARL.] And did you enjoy me? _Carl._ Heaven forbid, madam! What, before marriage? _Dal._ [_To_ SAN.] And what did you? _San._ I did enjoy her; so I did: and there I was before you, for a false Conde, as you are. _Carl._ Speak for yourself, madam, and clear your reputation from that scandalous companion. _Dal._ [_With her Fan before her Face._] I must confess the true Conde has enjoyed me; the more my frailty. _Lop._ The matter mends on that side. _San._ Now, goodman Goose-cap, who's the most a man of honour, he, who has enjoyed a fair lady, or he, who has only licked his lips, and gone without her? _Carl._ [_Aside._] I see she takes his part; this is all a lie contrived betwixt them. _Enter a Messenger._ _Mess._ [_To_ DAL.] Madam, I am sent to you on a sad errand from the late Conde Don Alonzo, who was killed in the last battle. _Lop._ You are mistaken, friend; for here he stands alive and well. [_Pointing to_ SANCHO.] And, for fear of failing, here's a counterpart of him. [_Pointing to_ CARLOS. _Mess._ Do not abuse yourself, sennor; neither of these is the true Conde: I took him from under the horses' feet, and he had only life enough to say, remember me to my fair Dalinda. _Lop._ [_To_ SAN.] What does your lordship say to this?