Lol. What, is he gone?
Col. He is.
Enter Alphonso in his shirt.
Lol. Why, then, come forth, poor naked lord.
Alph. What, is he gone? May the devil and his horns both follow him!
Lol. He is gone; but yet he hath discover'd your treason.
Alph. How?
Col. Yes, and in revenge thereof hath vowed that in this naked sort as you are you shall do penance through the city for your sin of unchastity.
Alph. I pray thee, leave thy woman's phrase, and speak, like a man, plainly, plainly.
Lol. Then plainly thus—he is gone, and hath taken away your apparel.