And laid on the Major behind.
Chorus.
The Garlo, etc.
(During Chorus, Don Lope and Crespo have entered at different sides with swords, and begin to lay about them.)
Cres. What something in this way, perhaps! Lope. After this fashion, may-be! | } Together. |
(The soldiers are driven off.)
Lope. Well, we’re quit of them, except one. But I’ll soon settle him.
Cres. One still hanging about. Off with you!
Lope. Off with you, rascal! (They fight.) By Heaven, he fights well!