[Runs out with Peter. Scaramouch puts out the Candle, they come out of the Hanging, which is drawn away. He places ‘em in a Row just at the Entrance.
Scar. Here, here, fear nothing, hold by each other, that when I go out, all may go; that is, slip out, when you hear the Doctor is come in again, which he will certainly do, and all depart to your respective Lodgings.
Cin. And leave thee to bear the Brunt?
Scar. Take you no care for that, I’ll put it into my Bill of Charges, and be paid all together.
Enter the Doctor with Pistols, and Peter.
Doct. What, by dark? that shall not save you, Villains, Traitors to my Glory and Repose.—Peter, hold fast the Door, let none ‘scape.
[They all slip out.
Pet. I’ll warrant you, Sir.
[Doctor gropes about, stamps and calls.
Doct. Lights there—Lights—I’m sure they cou’d not ‘scape.