Count. Enter Antonio, and drag the guilty Thing before her Judge.
Antonio. (In the Pavilion.) Come, Madam, you must come out; I must not let you go since my Lord knows you are here.
Enter with his Daughter, AGNES.
Omnes. Agnes!
Guzman. A-A-Agnes!
Antonio. Odzooks, my Lord, its a pleasant Trick, enough, to send me in, before all these good Folks, for my Daughter.
Count. I’ll find her, I warrant. (Going.)
Doctor. (Stopping the Count.) Pardon me, my Lord, but you are too angry at present; let me go.
(Exit Doctor to the Pavilion.)
Guzman. This Cause is very perplex’d.