Serv. Sir, with much ado we have got out the key, and opened the door.
Alon. Then, as I told you, run quickly to the corrigidor, and desire him to come hither in person to examine a malefactor. [Wildblood sneezes within.] Hark! what noise is that within? I think one sneezes.
Bel. One of the devils, I warrant you, has got a cold, with being so long out of the fire.
Alon. Bless his devilship, as I may say.
[Wildblood sneezes again.
Serv. [To Don Alonzo.] This is a man's voice; do not suffer yourself to be deceived so grossly, sir.
Mask. A man's voice! that's a good one indeed, that you should live to these years, and yet be so silly as not to know a man from a devil.
Alon. There's more in't than I imagined: Hold up your torch, and go in first, Pedro, and I'll follow you.
Mask. No, let me have the honour to be your usher.
[Takes the torch and goes in.
Mask. [Within.] Help, help, help!
Alon. What's the matter?