Mask. [Slipping between Alon. and Wild.] 'Tis Maskall you have caught, sir; do you mean to strangle me, that you press me so hard between your arms?
Alon. [Letting Wild. go.] Is it thee, Maskall? I durst have sworn it had been another.
Bel. Make haste now, before the candle comes.
[Aurelia falls into Alonzo's arms.
Alon. Now I have another.
Aur. 'Tis Maskall you have caught, sir.
Alon. No, I thank you, niece, this artifice is too gross: I know your voice a little better. What ho, bring lights there!
Bel. Her impertinence has ruined all.
Enter Servants with lights, and swords drawn.
Serv. Sir, the corrigidor is coming, according to your desire: In the mean time, we have secured the garden doors.
Alon. I'm glad on't: I'll make some of them severe examples.