At once—Isabella, Isabella, she’s gone, Sir. Calls.
Alb. Yes, Villain, she’s gone, and in her room
Is one that will chastise thy Boldness.
Lor. That’s a proud word though, whoe’er thou be;
But how I shall avoid it, is past my Understanding.
Alb. Where art thou, Slave? Alberto gropes for him, he avoids him.
Pag. Take heart, Sir, here’s company which I will
Get to assist you—
Enter Antonio.
Sir, as you are a Gentleman, assist a stranger set upon by Thieves.