Cres. That’s my good girl. Juanito, you wait here to receive them in case they come while I am out looking after their entertainment.
Isab. Come, Ines.
Ines. Very well—
Though I’ve heard in a song what folly ’twould be
To try keep in a loft what won’t keep on the tree.
[Exeunt.
Enter Captain and Sergeant.
Serg. This is the house, sir.
Capt. Is my kit come?
Serg. Yes, sir, and (aside) I’ll be the first to take an inventory of the pretty daughter.