me no more than I circumcise you, colonel Hernando:
Once more, you have seen your last of her.

_Lor._ [_Aside._] I am glad he knows me only by that name of Hernando,
by which I went at Barcelona; now he can tell no tales of me to my
father.--[_To him._] Come, thou wer't ever good-natured, when thou
couldst get by it--Look here, rogue; 'tis of the right damning colour:
Thou art not proof against gold, sure!--Do not I know thee for a
covetous--

_Gom._ Jealous old hunks? those were the marks of your mistress's
husband, as I remember, colonel.

_Lor._ Oh the devil! What a rogue in understanding was I, not to find
him out sooner! [_Aside._

_Gom._ Do, do, look sillily, good colonel; 'tis a decent melancholy
after an absolute defeat.

_Lor._ Faith, not for that, clear Gomez; but--

_Gom._ But--no pumping, my dear colonel.

_Lor._ Hang pumping! I was thinking a little upon a point of
gratitude. We two have been long acquaintance; I know thy merits, and
can make some interest;--Go to; thou wert born to authority; I'll make
thee Alcaide, Mayor of Saragossa.

_Gom._ Satisfy yourself; you shall not make me what you think,
colonel.

_Lor._ Faith, but I will; thou hast the face of a magistrate already.

_Gom._ And you would provide me with a magistrate's head to my
magistrate's face; I thank you, colonel.

_Lor._ Come, thou art so suspicious upon an idle story! That woman I
saw, I mean that little, crooked, ugly woman,--for t'other was a
lie,--is no more thy wife,--As I'll go home with thee, and satisfy
thee immediately, my dear friend.

_Gom._ I shall not put you to that trouble; no, not so much as a
single visit; not so much as an embassy by a civil old woman, nor a
serenade of _twinkledum twinkledum_ under my windows; nay, I will
advise you, out of my tenderness to your person, that you walk not
near yon corner-house by night; for, to my certain knowledge, there
are blunderbusses planted in every loop-hole, that go off constantly
of their own accord, at the squeaking of a fiddle, and the thrumming
of a guitar.

_Lor._ Art thou so obstinate? Then I denounce open war against thee;
I'll demolish thy citadel by force; or, at least, I'll bring my whole
regiment upon thee; my thousand red locusts, that shall devour thee in
free quarters. Farewell, wrought night-cap. [_Exit_ LORENZO.

_Gom._ Farewell, Buff. Free quarters for a regiment of red-coat
locusts? I hop