emedies; lie impudently, and swear devoutly, and, as you told
me but now, let him try whose oath will be first believed. Retire, I
hear them coming. [_They withdraw._

_Enter the Soldiers with_ GOMEZ _struggling on their backs._

_Gom._ Help, good Christians! help, neighbours! my house is broken
open by force, and I am ravished, and like to be assassinated!--What
do you mean, villains? will you carry me away, like a pedlar's pack,
upon your backs? will you murder a man in plain day-light?

_1 Soldier._ No; but we'll secure you for a traitor, and for being in
a plot against the state.

_Gom,_ Who, I in a plot! O Lord! O Lord! I never durst be in a plot:
Why, how can you in conscience suspect a rich citizen of so much wit
as to make a plotter? There are none but poor rogues, and those that
can't live without it, that are in plots.

_2 Soldier._ Away with him, away with him.

_Gom._ O my gold! my wife! my wife! my gold! As I hope to be saved
now, I know no more of the plot than they that made it.
[_They carry him off, and exeunt._

_Lor._ Thus far we have sailed with a merry gale, and now we have the
Cape of Good Hope in sight; the trade-wind is our own, if we can but
double it. [_He looks out._
[_Aside._] Ah, my father and Pedro stand at the corner of the street
with company; there's no stirring till they are past.

_Enter_ ELVIRA _with a casket._

_Elv._ Am I come at last into your arms?

_Lor._ Fear nothing; the adventure's ended, and the knight may carry
off the lady safely.

_Elv._ I'm so overjoyed, I can scarce believe I am at liberty; but
stand panting, like a bird that has often beaten her wings in vain
against her cage, and at last dares hardly venture out, though she
sees it open.

_Dom._ Lose no time, but make haste while the way is free for you; and
thereupon I give you my benediction.

_Lor._ 'Tis not so free as you suppose; for there's an old gentleman
of my acquaintance, that blocks up the passage at the corner of the
street.

_Dom._ What have you gotten there under your arm, daughter? somewhat,
I hope, that will bear your charges in your pilgrimage.

_Lor._ The friar has an hawk's eye to gold and jewels.

_Elv._ Here's that will make you dance without a fiddle, and provide
better entertainment for us, than hedges in summer, and barns in
winter. Here's the very heart, and