Fran. Peace, I say, thou Imp of Lucifer; wou’d thou hadst thy Bellyful, that I might be fairly rid of thee—go get you up to your Chamber, and, d’ye hear, stir not from thence, on pain of our severe displeasure, for I am sent for in all haste, to Signior Don Sebastian’s, ‘tis but hard by, I shall soon return;—what, are you here?
Enter Isabella.
I have a high commendation of your fine Behaviour, Gentlewoman, to Antonio; his Father has sent for me, and I shall know all anon, this shall but hasten your Wedding, Huswise, I tell you that, and so farewel to you— [Ex. Isabella crying.
Cla. Say you so, then ‘tis time for me to look about me.
Jul. But will you go out so late, Love? indeed some hurt will come to thee.
Fran. No, look ye, I go arm’d. [Shews his Girdle round with Pistols. Go, get you to your Chambers.
[He goes out, they go in.
SCENE II. Changes to the Street.
Enter Carlos, Antonio.
Car. I wonder where this Man of mine should be, whom I sent this Evening with my Letter to Julia. What art thou?