Lov. I believe not; and perceive by my Sister’s Message, that we are to come to her, and prevent this Fellow’s marrying her.
Alon. Well, Sir, I’ll spare your Life, and give your Mistress leave to marry to night.
Hau. How, Sir, to Night?—But is he in earnest, Lovis?
Lov. In very good earnest.
Hau. Tan, ta, ra, ra, ra—hay, Boys, what a Night we’ll have on’t, Gload, for Fiddles and Dancing.
Alon. Tell your Mistress I will dispatch a little Affair, and wait on her.
Gload. And pray, Sir, may I have leave to marry the Maid too?
Alon. We’ll consider on’t.
Hau. I am not such a Fool to venture tho, till I know the Coast is clear, for his very Looks are terrible; but go you, Gload, and tell her what he says. [Alonzo talks to Lovis.
Enter Hippolyta from aside.