Alon. [At the same time.] 'Tis the sentence of a philosopher, Loquere ut te videam; speak, that I may know thee; now, if you take away the power of speaking from me—
[Both pause a little; then speak together again.
Lop. I'll try the language of the law; sure the devil cannot out-talk that gibberish.—For this Don Melchor, of Madrid aforesaid, as premised, I request, move, and supplicate, that you would give, bestow, marry, and give in marriage, this your daughter aforesaid, to the cavalier aforesaid.—Not yet, thou devil of a man! thou shalt be silent.
[Exit Lopez running.
Alon. [At the same time with Lopez's last speech, and after Lopez is run out.] Oh, how I hate, abominate, detest, and abhor, these perpetual talkers, disputants, controverters, and duellers of the tongue! But, on the other side, if it be not permitted to prudent men to speak their minds, appositely, and to the purpose, and in few words; if, I say, the prudent must be tongue-tied, then let great nature be destroyed; let the order of all things be turned topsy-turvy; let the goose devour the fox; let the infants preach to their great-grandsires; let the tender lamb pursue the wolf, and the sick prescribe to the physician; let fishes live upon dry land, and the beasts of the earth inhabit in the water; let the fearful hare—
Enter Lopez with a bell, and rings it in his ears.
Alon. Help, help, murder, murder, murder!
[Exit Alonzo, running.
Lop. There was no way but this to be rid of him.
Enter a Servant.
Serv. Sir, there are some women without in masquerade, and, I believe, persons of quality, who are come to play here.
Lop. Bring them in with all respect.
Enter again the Servant, after him Jacintha, Beatrix, and other Ladies and Gentlemen: all masqued.