Sir Jeal. Did he so?— Not that I know of, I'm sure. Pray Heaven that this be Don Diego— If I shou'd be trick'd now— Ha! my Heart misgives me plaguily—within there! stop the Marriage— Run, Sirrah, call all my Servants! I'll be satisfy'd that this is Seignior Pedro's Son e're he has my Daughter.
Marpl. Ha, Sir George, what have I done now ?
Enter Sir George with a drawn Sword between the Scenes.
Sir Geo. Ha! Marplot, here— Oh the unlucky Dog—what's the matter, Sir Jealous?
Sir Jeal. Nay, I don't know the matter, Mr.Meanwell.
Marpl. Upon my Soul, Sir George—
(Going up to Sir Geo.
Sir Jeal. Nay then, I'm betray'd, ruin'd, undone: Thieves, Traytors, Rogues! (Offers to go in.) Stop the Marriage, I say—
Sir Geo. I say, go on Mr.Tackum— Nay, no Ent'ring here, I guard this Passage, old Gentleman; the Act and Deed were both your own, and I'll see 'em sign'd, or die for't.
Enter Servants.