Juan. The Mask! the sailor!
Leon. I saw him throw off his disguise, and now he has carried her off—to the shore—to sea—to the ship there now spreading her sails in the harbour.
Juan. Man! beware lest I blast thee!
Leon. As if I were the sailor! I tell you I ran after them, shouted, struggled, but was pushed aside, knocked down—
Juan. To the shore, to the shore! follow me!
Voices. What is the matter?
Juan. What I dare not name till it be avenged; Pirate!—Ruffian! Oh fool, I might have guessed—but I will find them through water and fire too. To the shore!
[Exit Juan, Leonelo after him; confusion, etc.