Brigida. It must be a robber.
Alon. A robber?
Mari. What more likely in a rich Indian’s house?
Alon. I’ll search the house.
Torr. I’ll lead the forlorn hope, though that garret were Maestricht itself. Now, cousin, you shall see if I’ve a Capacity or not.
[Exeunt Alonso and the men.
Clara. Do you two watch in the passage. (Exeunt Mari Nuño and Brigida.) And now, sir, the door is open, give me the letter and begone.
Fel. Adieu, madam, neglect not its advice.
Eug. Alas, alas, she has it!
Fel. She’s all too fair! come, honour, come, and shame False love from poaching upon friendship’s game!