Ben. I am stolen from my post, sir, but for one minute only, to demand permission of you, since it is not in our articles, that if any of these nuns should cast an eye, or so—
Fred. 'Slife, we are betrayed; but I'll make this rascal sure. [Draws and runs at him.
Ben. Help! murder, murder! [Runs off.
Enter Aurelian and Camillo; Laura and Violetta after them.
Aur. That was Benito's voice: We are ruined.
Cam. O, here they are, we must make our way. [Aur. and the Prince make a pass or two confusedly, and fight off the stage. The Women shriek.
Asca. Never fear, ladies.—Come on, sir; I am your man.
Cam. [Stepping back.] This is the prince's page, I know his voice.—Ascanio?
Asca. Signior Camillo?
Cam. If the prince be here, 'tis Aurelian is engaged with him. Let us run in quickly, and prevent the mischief.
[All go off. A little clashing within. After which they all re-enter.