mez,
whom I knew at Barcelona: As I live 'tis he!--What, old Mammon here!
[_To_ GOMEZ.

_Gom._ How! young Beelzebub?

_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