Don Juan. Why, what in the name of—but I'll beat you to a mummy, sirrah!
Ped. Don't do that—I'm going to be married to an heiress, so mustn't be beat to a mummy.—Stand before me, spouse.
[Gets behind Lorenza.
Don Juan. Let me come at him.
Spado. Stay where you are, he don't want you.
Don Fer. Dear sir.
Don Scipio. Patience, Don Juan; your son has got my daughter—so our contract's fulfilled.
Don Juan. Yes, sir; but who is to satisfy me for your intended affront, hey?
Don Scipio. How shall I get out of this—I'll revenge all upon you, you little rascal! to prison you go—Here, a brace of alguazils, and a pair of handcuffs.
Spado. For me! the best friend you had in the world!