Isab. Hold the Door, and swear lustily that you
Are my Husband, and I will in the mean time
Provide for your safety,
Though I can think of none but the Sheets from the Bed. He holds the Door.
Lor. Any thing to save my Life;
—Sir, you may believe me upon my Honour,
I am lawful Husband to Isabella,
And have no designs upon your House or Honour.
Isab. this while fastens the Sheets, which are to be suppos’d from the Bed, to the Balcony.
Ant. Thou art some Villain.