Don. Married!—Pedro! Sanchez!
Mons. How! and must she be his wife then for ever and ever? have I held the door then for this, like a fool as I was?
Mrs. Caut. Yes, indeed!
Mons. Have I worn golilla here for this? little breeches for this?
Mrs. Caut. Yes, truly.
Mons. And put on the Spanish honour with the habit, in defending my rival? nay then, I'll have another turn of honour in revenge. Come, uncle, I'm of your side now, sa! sa! sa! but let's stay for our force; Sanchez, Juan, Pedro, arm! arm! arm!
Enter two Blacks and a Spaniard, followed by Prue, Martin, and five other gentlemen-like Fiddlers.
Don. Murder the villain! kill him! [Running all upon Gerrard.
Mar. Hold! hold! sir!
Don. How now! who sent for you, friends?