Not. And you too were of the singing party?
Chis. Ah, ah, and if I was, you can’t put me to the question.
Not. And why not, pray?
Chis. The law forbids you.
Not. Oh, indeed, the law? How so pray?
Chis. Because I’m in the way ladies like to be who love Rebolledo.
[Exeunt, carried off, etc.
Scene IV.—A Room in Crespo’s House.
Enter Juan pursuing Isabel with a dagger.
Isab. Help, help, help!