Blan. I'll in and see her. [Exeunt.
Scene changes to Don Zancho's house. Enter Don Zancho, and Chichon limping.
Don Z. What, not yet gone, thou lazy, trifling rascal?
Chi. What juster excuse, sir, for not going,
Than is a broken leg?
Don Z. If you find not your own leg quickly, sirrah,
I shall find you a wooden one.
Chi. Be as angry as you will, sir, I'll not go
Till I have made my conditions: the true time
For servants to stand upon points is, when
Their masters stand upon thorns.
Don Z. What are they, owl's face?
Chi. Assurance, sir, but of free air within,
With fair retreat upon an even floor;
And that it shall not be in a slut's power,
After having kept me in a nasty place,
To empty me out at window.
Don Z. Prythee, Chichon,
Ha' done, and miss not th' opportunity
By fooling. Unless you take Francisca,
Just as she comes from mass, this day is lost,
And I lost with it.
Chi. Come, I'll hobble to her.
Expect a sorry account, but yet a true one;
Truth always comes by the lame messenger. [Exeunt.