_Lop_.
Well Sir,
From whence I pray you?
_Lea_.
From _Nova Hispania_, Sir,
And from an ancient friend of yours.
_Lop_.
'Tis well, Sir,
'Tis very well: the devil a-one I know there.
_Die_.
Take heed of a Snap, Sir, h'as a cozening countenance
do not like his way.
_Lop_.
Let him goe forward.
_Cantabit vacuus_, They that have nothing fear nothing,
All I have to lose, _Diego_, is my learning,
And when he has gotten that, he may put it in a Nut shell.