Cres. Nothing, nothing at all, sir.
Lope. Nothing? that would be the worst excuse of all: but swords aren’t drawn for nothing; come, the truth?
Capt. Well, the simple fact is this, Don Lope; I am quartered upon this house; and one of my soldiers—
Lope. Well, sir, go on.
Capt. Insulted me so grossly I was obliged to draw my sword on him. He ran up here where it seems these two girls live; and I, not knowing there was any harm, after him; at which these men, their father or brother, or some such thing, take affront. This is the whole business.
Lope. I am just come in time then to settle it. First, who is the soldier that began it with an act of insubordination?
Reb. What, am I to pay the piper?
Isab. (pointing to Reb.). This, sir, was the man who ran up first.
Lope. This? handcuff him!
Reb. Me! my lord?