Hyp. Not to-night;
For should you treat me as you did Victorian,
And send me back to marry forlorn damsels,
My wedding day would last from now till Christmas.
Chis. (within.) What ho! the gipsies, ho! Beltran Cruzado!
Halloo! halloo! halloo! halloo!
(Enter booted, with a whip and lantern.)
Vic. What now?
Why such a fearful din? Hast thou been robbed?
Chis. Ay, robbed and murdered; and good evening to you,