[Drawing his sword.
Lop. I can't, Sir, if any body looks upon me.
Lor. Away, you trifling wretch; but think not to escape, for thou shalt have thy recompence.
[Exit Lorenzo.
Lopez solus.
Why, what a mischievous jade is this, to make such an uproar in a family the first day of her marriage! Why my master won't so much as get a honey-moon out of her; I'gad let her go. If she be thus in her soft and tender youth, she'll be rare company at threescore: well, he may do as he pleases, but were she my dear, I'd let her go——Such a foot at her tail, I'd make the truth bounce out at her mouth, like a pellet out of a pot-gun.
[Exit.
[ACT IV. SCENE I.]
Enter Camillo and Isabella.