Jac. I’ll warrant you, Madam, if he looks with my Eyes.
Guz. Stand forth. [To the Men.
Guil. Stand forth, Sir! why, so I can, Sir, I dare show my Face, Sir, before any Great Turk in Christendom.
Car. What are you, Sir?
Guil. What am I, Sir? Why, I’m a Lord, a Lord.
Fran. What, are you mad to own your Quality, he’ll ask the Devil and all of a ransom.
Guil. No matter for that, I’ll not lose an Inch of my Quality for a King’s ransom; disgrace my self before my fair Mistress!
Isa. That’s as the Great Turk and I shall agree. [Scornfully.
Car. What are you, Sir?
Ant. A Citizen of Cadiz.