[Jacinta throws the rest at him.
San. 'Cods my life, we want ammunition: but for a shift——There, and there, you saucy slut you.
[Sancho pulls a pack of dirty cards out of his pocket, and throws 'em at her; then they close; he pulls off her headclothes, and she his wig, and then part, she running to her mistress, he to his master.
Jacin. I think, Madam, we have clearly the better on't.
Leo. For a proof, I resolve to keep the field.
Jacin. Have a care he don't rally and beat you yet though: pray walk off.
Leo. Fear nothing.
San. How the armies stand and gaze at one another after the battle! What think you, Sir, of shewing yourself a great general, by making an honourable retreat?
Car. I scorn it: Oh Leonora! Leonora! A heart like mine should not be treated thus.
Leo. Carlos! Carlos! I have not deserv'd this usage.