Lope. How now? A riot the very first thing I find on joining the regiment? What is it all about?
Capt. (aside). Awkward enough!
Cres. (aside). By the lord, the boy would have held his own with the best of ‘em.
Lope. Well! No one answer me? ‘Fore God, I’ll pitch the whole house, men, women, and children, out of windows, if you do tell me at once. Here have I had to trail up your accursed stairs, and then no one will tell me what for.
Cres. Nothing, nothing at all, sir.
Lope. Nothing? that would be the worst excuse of all, but swords are drawn for nothing; come, the truth?
Capt. Well, the simple fact is this, Don Lope; I am quartered upon this house; and one of my soldiers——
Lope. Well, sir, go on.
Capt. Insulted me so grossly I was obliged to draw my sword on him. He ran up here, where it seems these two girls live; and I, not knowing there was any harm, after him; at which these men, their father or brother, or some such thing, take affront. This is the whole business.
Lope. I am just come in time then to settle it. First, who is the soldier that began it with an act of insubordination?