The Works Of John Dryden Now First Collected In Eighteen Volume
Chapter 3
_Enter_ PEREZ.
_Per._ True, the reward proposed is great enough, I want it too; besides, this Englishman has never paid me since, as his lieutenant, I served him once against the Turk at sea; yet he confessed I did my duty well, when twice I cleared our decks; he has long promised me, but what are promises to starving men? this is his house, he may walk out this morning.
_Enter a Page, and another Servant, walking by, not seeing him._
These belong to him; I'll hide till they are past.
_Serv._ He sleeps soundly for a man who is to be married when he wakes.
_Page._ He does well to take his time; for he does not know, when he's married, whether ever he shall have a sound sleep again.
_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._