Reb. What, am I to pay the piper?
Isab. (pointing to Rebolledo). This, sir, was the man who ran up first.
Lope. This? handcuff him!
Reb. Me! my lord?
Capt. (aside to Rebolledo). Do blab, I’ll bear you harmless.
Reb. Oh, I dare say, after being marched off with my hands behind me like a coward. Noble commander, ’twas the captain’s own doing; he made me pretend a quarrel, that he might get up here to see the women.
Cres. I had some cause for quarrel, you see.
Lope. Not enough to peril the peace of the town for. Halloa there! beat all to quarters on pain of death. And, to prevent further ill blood here, do you (to the Captain) quarter yourself elsewhere till we march. I’ll stop here.
Capt. I shall of course obey you, sir.
Cres. (to Isabel). Get you in. (Exeunt Isabel and Ines.) I really ought to thank you heartily for coming just as you did, sir; else, have done for myself.