Torr. Why, that’s worse than the ladder!
Alon. You will fairly drive me out of my senses! Go, sir, directly, and put it back where you took it from, and for Heaven’s sake, no more of such folly!
[Exit.
Torr. Well—to think of this! and my cousin that looked so nice too!
Voices (within). Coach there! coach!
Enter Mari Nuño.
Mari. They are come back. I must get lights. Who’s this?
Torr. Nobody.
Mari. What are you doing with that fardingale; and where did you get it?