Lop. Why, he follow'd.
Don Ped. What?
Lop. His Inclinations.
Don Ped. Which Way?
Lop. The old Way:—To a Woman.
Don Ped.. Confound him!
Lop. In short, he got to Madam's Chamber, and before he had been there long, (tho' you know, Sir, a little Time goes a great Way in some Matters) I heard such a clutter of small Shot, Murder, Murder, Murder, Rape, Fire, Help, and so forth—But hold, here he comes himself, and can give you a more circumstantial Account of the Skirmish.
Don Ped. I thank thee, Heaven, at last, for having pointed me to the Victim I am to sacrifice.
[Ex. Lop.
Enter Don John.