Car. Hah, that Voice is not La Nuche’s—Lights there, Lights.
Feth. Nay, I can hold a bearded Venus, Sir, as well as any Man. [Holds Carlo.
Car. What art thou, Rogue, Villain, Slave? [They fall to Cuffs, and fight till they are bloody, fall from the Bed and fight on the Floor.
Enter Petronella, Sancho, and Aurelia.
Pet. Heaven, what noise is this?—we are undone, part ’em, Sancho. [They part ’em.
Feth. Give me my Sword; nay, give me but a Knife, that I may cut yon Fellow’s Throat—
Car. Sirrah, I’m a Grandee, and a Spaniard, and will be reveng’d.
Feth. And I’m an English-man, and a Justice, and will have Law, Sir.
Pet. Say ’tis her Husband, or any thing to get him hence. [Aside to Sancho, who whispers him.
These English, Sir, are Devils, and on my Life ’tis unknown to the Seigniora that he’s i’th’ House. [To Carlo aside.