Isab. Come, Ines.
Ines. Very well——
“Though I’ve heard in a song what folly ’twould be
To try keep in a loft what wo keep on the tree.”
[Exeunt.
Enter Captain and Sergeant.
Serg. This is the house, sir.
Capt. Is my kit come?
Serg. Yes, sir, and (aside) I’ll be the first to take an inventory of the pretty daughter.
[Exit.