Alon. Nay, a thief I knew him; and yet, after that, he had the impudence to ask me for my daughter.
Bel. Was he so impudent? The case is plain, sir; put him quickly into custody.
Mel. Hear me but one word, sir, and I'll discover all to you.
Bel. Hear him not, sir; for my art assures me, if he speaks one syllable more, he will cause great mischief.
Alon. Will he so? I'll stop my ears; away with him.
Mel. Your daughters are yet in the garden, hidden by this fellow and his accomplices.
Alon. [At the same time, drowning him.] I'll stop my ears, I'll stop my ears.
Bel. Mask. [At the same time also.] A thief, a thief! away with him.
[Servants carry Melchor off struggling.
Alon. He thought to have borne us down with his confidence.
Enter another Servant.