_Wild._ Nay, then, as we have lived merrily, so let us die together: But we'll shew the Don some sport first. _Theo._ What will become of us! _Jac._ We'll die for company: Nothing vexes me, but that I am not a man, to have one thrust at that malicious old father of mine before I go. _Lop._ Let us break our way through the corrigidor's band. _Jac._ A match, i'faith. We'll venture our bodies with you: You shall put the baggage in the middle. _Wild._ He that pierces thee, I say no more, but I shall be somewhat angry with him.--[_To_ ALON.] In the mean time, I arrest you, sir, in the behalf of this good company. As the corrigidor uses us, so we'll use you. _Alon._ You do not mean to murder me! _Bel._ You murder yourself, if you force us to it. _Wild._ Give me a razor there, that I may scrape his weeson, that the bristles may not hinder me, when I come to cut it. _Bel._ What need you bring matters to that extremity? You have your ransom in your hand: Here are three men, and there are three women; you understand me. _Jac._ If not, here's a sword, and there's a throat; you understand me. _Alon._ This is very hard! _Theo._ The propositions are good, and marriage is as honourable as it used to be. _Beat._ You had best let your daughters live branded with the name of strumpets; for whatever befals the men, that will be sure to be their share. _Alon._ I can put them into a nunnery. _All the Women._ A nunnery! _Jac._ I would have thee to know, thou graceless old man, that I defy a nunnery: Name a nunnery once more, and I disown thee for my father. _Lop._ You know the custom of the country, in this case, sir: 'Tis either death or marriage. The business will certainly be public; and if they die, they have sworn you shall bear them company. _Alon._ Since it must be so, run, Pedro, and stop the corrigidor: Tell him it was only a carnival merriment, which I mistook for a rape and robbery. _Jac._ Why now you are a dutiful father again, and I receive you into grace. _Bel._ Among the rest of your mistakes, sir, I must desire you to let my astrology pass for one: My mathematics, and art magic, were only a carnival device; and now that's ending, I have more mind to deal with the flesh, than with the devil. _Alon._ No astrologer! 'tis impossible! _Mask._ I have known him, sir, these seven years, and dare take my oath, he has been always an utter stranger to the stars; and indeed to any thing that belongs to heaven. _Lop._ Then I have been cozened among the rest. _Theo._ And I; but I forgive him. _Beat._ I hope you will forgive me, madam, who have been the cause on't; but what he wants in astrology, he shall make up to you some other way, I'll pass my word for him. _Alon._ I hope you are both gentlemen? _Bel._ As good as the cid himself, sir. _Alon._ And for your religion, right Romans---- _Wild._ As ever was Mark Anthony. _Alon._ For your fortunes and courages---- _Mask._ They are both desperate, sir; especially their fortunes.