Cla. Can I cry ay me,
To this against my self? I'll break this match,
Or make it stronger with my blood. [Descends.
Enter Alguazier, Piorato, Pacchieco, Metaldi, Mendoza, Lazarillo, &c.
Alg. I am yours.
A Don's not priviledg'd here more than your self,
Win her, and wear her.
Pio. Have you a Priest ready?
Alg. I have him for thee, Lad; and when I have
Married this scornful whore to this poor gallant,
She will make suit to me; there is a trick
To bring a high-pris'd wench upon her knees:
For you my fine neat Harpyes stretch your tallons
And prove your selves true night-Birds.
Pach. Take my word
For me and all the rest.
Laz. If there be meat
Or any banquet stirring, you shall see
How I'll bestow my self.
Alg. When they are drawn,
Rush in upon 'em: all's fair prize you light on:
I must away: your officer may give way
To the Knavery of his watch, but must not see it.
You all know where to find me. [Exit.
Met. There look for us.
Vit. Who's that?