_Joh._ Flesh without blood, I think thou art; or, if any, it is as
cold as that of fishes. But I'll teach thee, to thy cost, what
vengeance is in store for refusing a lady who has offered thee her
love.--Help, help, there! will nobody come to my assistance?
_Ant._ What do you mean, madam? for heaven's sake, peace; your husband
will hear you; think of your own danger, if you will not think of
mine.
_Joh._ Ungrateful wretch, thou deservest no pity!--Help, help,
husband, or I shall be ravished! the villain will be too strong for
me! Help, help, for pity of a poor distressed creature!
_Ant._ Then I have nothing but impudence to assist me: I must drown
her clamour, whatever comes on't. [_He takes out his Flute, and plays
as loud as he can possibly, and
she continues crying out._
_Enter the_ MUFTI, _in his Night-gown, and two Servants._
_Muf._ O thou villain, what horrible impiety art thou committing!
what, ravishing the wife of my bosom!--Take him away; ganch him[5],
impale him, rid the world of such a monster! [_Servants seize him._
_Ant._ Mercy, dear master, mercy! hear me first, and after, if I have
deserved hanging, spare me not. What have you seen to provoke you to
this cruelty?
_Muf._ I have heard the outcries of my wife; the bleatings of the poor
innocent lamb.
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