Fil. You shall not need, I’ll keep your Counsel, Sir.
Gal. Hah—estes vous la?—
Tick. How, Fillamour all this while! some Comfort yet, I am not the only Professor that dissembles: but how to get away—
Gal. Oh Harry, the most damnably defeated!
[A Noise of Swords.
Fil. Hold! what Noise is that? two Men coming this way as from the house of the Curtezans.
Enter Julio backwards, fighting Octavio and Bravoes.
Gal. Hah, on retreating,—S’death, I’ve no Sword!
Fil. Here’s one, I’ll take my Page’s. [Takes the Boy’s Sword.
Gal. Now am I mad for mischief; here, hold my Lanthorn, Boy.
[They fight on Julio’s side, and fight Octavio out at t’other side: Enter Laura and Sabina at the Fore-door, which is the same where Sir Signal stands: Tick. groping up that way, finds Sir Sig. just entring in; Laura and Sab. pass over the Stage.