Aria. Hang me, a lovely Man! what Lady’s that? stay.
Pet. What Insolence is this! This Villain will spoil all—
Feth. Why, Captain, are you quite distracted?—dost know where thou art? Prithee be civil—
Will. Go, proud and cruel! [Turns her from him.
Enter Carlo, and two or three Spanish Servants following: Petronella goes to him.
Car. Hah, affronted by a drunken Islander, a saucy Tramontane!—Draw— [To his Servants whilst he takes La Nuche.
whilst I lead her off—fear not, Lady, you have the Honour of my Sword to guard ye.
Will. Hah, Carlo—ye lye—it cannot guard the boasting Fool that wears it—be gone—and look not back upon this Woman. [Snatches her from him] One single Glance destroys thee—
[They draw and fight; Carlo getting hindmost of his Spaniards, the English beat ’em off: The Ladies run away, all but Ariadne and Lucia.
Luc. Heav’ns, Madam, why do ye stay?