Antonio. Here Jerome, Jerome, come and defend me, where it would be a dishonour to defend myself.
Enter JEROME.
Antonio. See, Jerome, how my life is assailed.
Jerome. Aye, your Honour, I always told you the women would be the death of you at last.
Marquis. You too, rascal!—
Jerome. Well, I declare with her sword in her hand, she is as fine a creature as ever I saw!—Oh you audacious minx.
Marquis. Scoundrel—
Jerome. Sure, your Honour, she must be the Maid of Orleans.
Marquis. I am no maid, Sir.
Jerome. I am sorry for your misfortune.