Ela. This does not divert me; Nor nothing will, till Scaramouch return, And bring me News of Cinthio.
Mop. Truly I was so sleepy last Night, I know nothing of the Adventure, for which you are kept so close a Prisoner to day, and more strictly guarded than usual.
Ela. Cinthio came with Musick last Night under my Window, which my Father hearing, sallied out with his Mirmidons upon him; and clashing of Swords I heard, but what hurt was done, or whether Cinthio were discovered to him, I know not; but the Billet I sent him now by Scaramouch will occasion me soon Intelligence.
Mop. And see, Madam, where your trusty Roger comes.
Enter Scaramouch, peeping on all sides before he enters.
You may advance, and fear none but your Friends.
Scar. Away, and keep the door.
Ela. Oh, dear Scaramouch! hast thou been at the Vice-Roy’s?
Scar. Yes, yes. [In heat.
Ela. And hast thou delivered my Letter to his Nephew, Don Cinthio?