Enter Elvira.
Elv. ’Tis in the street.
Enter Beatrice.
Beat. Oh, my young master fighting—run, sir, run!
Urr. And ’tis for this I’ve sacrificed myself!
Enter fighting Lope and Guillen; Gentlemen and others trying to part them.
Urr. (going between them). Hold, Lope! Hold,
Don Guillen!
Voices. Part them! part them!
Guil. Traitor!