O Lord, Lord, Lord!
Enter Leonelo.
Leonelo. What is the matter?
Flora. The matter is, I have fallen.
Leon. Into temptation?
Flora. It is well, sir, if I have not broken my leg; here, sir, cease your gibing, and get this lamp lighted directly.
Leon. (stumbling over Alvaro). Halloa!
Flora. What now?
Leon. I’ve fallen now, and on your temptation I think, for it has got a beard.