Cres. By Heaven, a handy chap at his tool!
Enter Juan with sword and torch.
Juan. Where is Don Lope?
Lope. Crespo!
Cres. Don Lope!
Lope. To be sure, didn’t you say you were going to bed?
Cres. And didn’t you?
Lope. This was my quarrel, not yours.
Cres. Very well, and I come out to help you in it.
Re-enter Captain and Soldiers with swords.