chance which drew me hither; ay, here, just here, this spot to me
is hell; nothing to be found, but the despair of what I've lost.
[Looking about as in search.]

SIR JO. Poor gentleman! By the Lord Harry I'll stay no longer,
for I have found too -

SHARP. Ha! who's that has found? What have you found? Restore it
quickly, or by -

SIR JO. Not I, sir, not I; as I've a soul to be saved, I have
found nothing but what has been to my loss, as I may say, and as
you were saying, sir.

SHARP. Oh, your servant, sir; you are safe, then, it seems. 'Tis
an ill wind that blows nobody good. Well, you may rejoice over my
ill fortune, since it paid the price of your ransom.

SIR JO. I rejoice! agad, not I, sir: I'm very sorry for your
loss, with all my heart, blood and guts, sir; and if you did but
know me, you'd ne'er say I were so ill-natured.

SHARP. Know you! Why, can you be so ungrateful to forget me?

SIR JO. O Lord, forget him! No, no, sir, I don't forget you--
because I never saw your face before, agad. Ha, ha, ha!

SHARP. How! [Angrily.]

SIR JO. Stay, stay, sir, let me recollect--he's a damned angry