The Alguazils are gone.
Man. Now for it then.
Gil (appearing). God save this noble company!
All. Gil Perez!
Gil. Be not alarm’d; I have but a few words
To say to one of you, this Juan Baptista.
Judge. Holloa! my guards!
Man. Judge, never strain your throat,
Unless you would be answer’d by such guards
As waited on you yesterday.