Don Ant
Must you go?
Don. Louisa. & Don Ant.
We soon, perhaps, may meet again.
For though hard fortune is our foe,
The God of love will fight for us.
Don Jer.
Reach me the blunderbuss.
Don Ant. & Don. Louisa.
The god of love, who knows our pain—
Don Jer.
Hence, or these slugs are through your brain.
[Exeunt severally.]
SCENE II—A Piazza.
Enter DON FERDINAND and LOPEZ.
Lop. Truly, sir, I think that a little sleep once in a week or so—-
Don Ferd. Peace, fool! don't mention sleep to me.