Capt. ’Fore Heaven, I must punish this insolence. (About to strike him.)
Cres. You must do it through me, then.
Reb. Eyes right!—Don Lope!
Capt. Don Lope!
Enter Don Lope.
Lope. How now? A riot the very first thing I find on joining the regiment? What is it all about?
Capt. (aside). Awkward enough!
Cres. (aside). By the lord, the boy would have held his own with the best of ’em.
Lope. Well! No one answer me? ’Fore God, I’ll pitch the whole house, men, women, and children, out of windows, if you don’t tell me at once. Here have I had to trail up your accursed stairs, and then no one will tell me what for.