_Mask._ Me, sir! I beseech you let me go in with the ladies too; dear Beatrix, speak a good word for me! I protest 'tis more out of love to thy company than for any fear I have. _Bel._ You dog, I have need of your wit and counsel. We have no time to deliberate. Will you stay, sir? [_To_ MASKALL. _Mask._ No, sir, 'tis not for my safety. _Bel._ Will you in, sir? [_To_ MELCHOR. _Mel._ No, sir, 'tis not for my honour, to be assisting to you: I'll to Don Alonzo, and help to revenge the injury you are doing him. _Bel._ Then we are lost, I can do nothing. _Wild._ Nay, an you talk of honour, by your leave, sir. I hate your Spanish honour, ever since it spoiled our English plays, with faces about and t'other side. [_Falls upon him and throws him down._ _Mel._ What do you mean, you will not murder me? Must valour be oppressed by multitudes? _Wild._ Come yarely, my mates, every man to his share of the burden. Come, yarely, hay. [_The four men take him each by a limb, and carry him out, he crying murder._ _Theo._ If this Englishman save us now, I shall admire his wit. _Beat._ Good wits never think themselves admired till they are well rewarded: You must pay him in specie, madam; give him love for his wit. _Enter the Men again._ _Bel._ Ladies, fear nothing, but enter into the garden-house with these cavaliers. _Mask._ O that I were a cavalier too! [_Is going with them._ _Bel._ Come you back, sirrah. [_Stops him_.] Think yourselves as safe as in a sanctuary; only keep quiet, whatever happens. _Jac._ Come away then, they are upon us. [_Exeunt all but_ BEL. _and_ MASK. _Mask._ Hark, I hear the foe coming: Methinks they threaten too, sir; pray let me go in for a guard to the ladies and poor Beatrix. I can fight much better, when there is a wall betwixt me and danger. _Bel._ Peace, I have occasion for your wit to help me to lie. _Mask._ Sir, upon the faith of a sinner, you have had my last lie already; I have not one more to do me credit, as I hope to be saved, sir. Bel. _Victoire, victoire!_ knock under, you rogue, and confess me conqueror, and you shall see I'll bring all off. _Enter_ DON ALONZO, _and six Servants; with lights, and swords drawn._ _Alon._ Search about there. _Bel._ Fear nothing, do but vouch what I shall say. _Mask._ For a passive lie I can yet do something. _Alon._ Stand: who goes there? _Bel._ Friends. _Alon._ Friends! Who are you? _Bel._ Noble Don Alonzo, such as are watching for your good. _Alon._ Is it you, Sennor Inglis? Why all this noise and tumult? Where are my daughters and my niece? But, in the first place, though last named, how came you hither, sir? _Bel._ I came hither--by astrology, sir.