Don Juan. I'll give you sorrow, you rascal!
[Beats him.
Don Scipio. I'll have you hang'd, you villain!
Spado. Hang'd! dear sir, 'twould be the death of me.
Pedrillo. [Without.] Come along, my cara sposa—tol-de-rol—
Enter Pedrillo.
How do you do, boys and girls?—Zounds! my old master!
Don Juan. Pedrillo! hey-dey! here's finery!
Ped. I must brazen it out.—Ah, Don Juan, my worthy dad!