Enter Guiliom, Pet. and Antonio, driven in fighting by Guzman and other Turks.
Ant. Ah, Sir, the Turks have boarded us, we’re lost, we’re lost.
Fran. Oh, I am slain, I’m slain. [Falls down.
Guil. Hold, hold, I say, you are now in the presence of Ladies, and ’.is uncivil to fight before Ladies.
Guz. Yield then, you are our Slaves.
Guil. Slaves, no Sir, we’re Slaves to none but the Ladies. [Offers to fight.
Isa. Oh, hold, rude man,—d’ye know whom you encounter?
Guz. What’s here—one dead— [Looking on Francisco.
Fran. Oh, Lord!
Guz. Or, if he be not, he’s old, and past service, we’ll kill the Christian Dog out of the way.