JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Zounds! what before my face—why then, thou miracle of impudence!—[Lays hold of him and discovers him.]—Mercy on me, who have we here?—Murder! Robbery! Fire! Rape! Gunpowder! Soldiers! John! Susan! Bridget!
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
Good sir, don’t be alarmed; I mean you no harm.
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Thieves! Robbers! Soldiers!
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
You know my love for your daughter—
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Fire! Cut-throats!
LIEUTENANT O’CONNOR.
And that alone—
JUSTICE CREDULOUS.
Treason! Gunpowder!
Enter a SERVANT with a blunderbuss.
Now, scoundrel! let her go this instant.
LAURETTA.
O papa, you’ll kill me!