Serv. He bid we should not wake him; but some of us, in good manners, should have staid, and not have left him quite alone.

Page. In good manners, I should indeed; but I’ll venture a master’s anger at any time for a mistress, and that’s my case at present.

Serv. I’ll tempt as great a danger as that comes to, for good old English fellowship; I am invited to a morning’s draught.

Page. Good-morrow, brother, good-morrow; by that time you have filled your belly, and I have emptied mine, it will be time to meet at home again. [Exeunt severally.

Per. So, this makes well for my design; he’s left alone, unguarded, and asleep:  Satan, thou art a bounteous friend, and liberal of occasions to do mischief; my pardon I have ready, if I am taken, my money half beforehand:  up, Perez, rouse thy Spanish courage up; if he should wake, I think I dare attempt him; then my revenge is nobler, and revenge, to injured men, is full as sweet as profit. [Exit.

SCENE II.

  The SCENE drawn, discovers TOWERSON asleep on a Couch in his
  Night-gown.  A Table by him; Pen, Ink, and Paper on it.

  Re-enter PEREZ with a Dagger.

Per. Asleep, as I imagined, and as fast as all the plummets of eternal night were hung upon his temples.  Oh that some courteous daemon, in the other world, would let him know, ’twas Perez sent him thither!  A paper by him too!  He little thinks it is his testament; the last he e’er shall make:  I’ll read it first. [Takes it up.] Oh, by the inscription, ’tis a memorial of what he means to do this day:  What’s here?  My name in the first line!  I’ll read it. [Reads.] Memorandum, That my first action this morning shall be, to find out my true and valiant lieutenant, captain Perez; and, as a testimony of my gratitude for his honourable services, to bestow on him five hundred English pounds, making my just excuse, I had it not before within my power to reward him. [Lays down the paper.] And was it then for this I sought his life?  Oh base, degenerate Spaniard!  Hadst thou done it, thou hadst been worse than damned:  Heaven took more care of me, than I of him, to expose this paper to my timely view.  Sleep on, thou honourable Englishman; I’ll sooner now pierce my own breast than thine:  See, he smiles too in his slumber, as if his guardian angel, in a dream, told him, he was secure:  I’ll give him warning though, to prevent danger from another hand.
        [Writes on TOWERSON’S paper, then sticks his dagger in it.
  Stick there, that when he wakens, he may know,
  To his own virtue he his life does owe. [Exit PEREZ.

  TOWERSON awakens.