—If you be for dancing, Sir, I have my Weapons for all occasions.
[Scar. pulls out a Flute Doux, and falls to playing. Har. throws down his, and falls a dancing; after the Dance, they shake hands.
Har. Ha mon bon ami.—Is not this better than duelling?
Scar. But not altogether so heroick, Sir. Well, for the future, let us have fair play; no Tricks to undermine each other, but which of us is chosen to be the happy Man, the other shall be content.
Ela. [Within.] Cousin Bellemante, Cousin.
Scar. ‘Slife, let’s be gone, lest we be seen in the Ladies Apartment.
[Scar. slips Harlequin behind the Door.
Enter Elaria.
Ela. How now, how came you here?—
Scar. [Signs to Har. to go out.] I came to tell you, Madam, my Master’s just taking Mule to go his Journey to Night, and that Don Cinthio is in the Street, for a lucky moment to enter in.