Capt. (aside to Reb.). Don’t blab, I’ll bear you harmless.
Reb. Oh, I dare say, after being marcht off with my hands behind me like a coward. Noble commander, ’twas the captain’s own doing; he made me pretend a quarrel, that he might get up here to see the women.
Cres. I had some cause for quarrel, you see.
Lope. Not enough to peril the peace of the town for. Halloa there! beat all to quarters on pain of death. And, to prevent further ill blood here, do you (to the Captain) quarter yourself elsewhere till we march. I’ll stop here.
Capt. I shall of course obey you, sir.
Cres. (to Isabel). Get you in. (Exeunt Isab. and Ines.) I really ought to thank you heartily for coming just as you did, sir; else, I’d done for myself.
Lope. How so?
Cres. I should have killed this popinjay.
Lope. What, sir, a captain in his Majesty’s service?
Cres. Ay, a general, if he insulted me.