He beat her; she reveng'd her self as well as she could, the consequence whereof was, that, in a short time, the floor was strew'd with the teeth and hair of Isidora, and the cloak, hat, and gloves of Dom Marcos, who, though he had little reason for it, would needs take his Wife's part.
While the Combatants gather up the broken pieces of their harness, and the Broker carries away the goods, and is paid for the use of them, as a Bro∣ker, and that all together make a noise as if Hell were broke loose, the Landlord of the House, who had Lodgings in some part of it, comes into Isi∣dora's room, and told her, that he would not have such a stir kept in his House, and that if they re∣solv'd to continue it, they should look out for ano∣ther Lodging.
How now, you impertinent Cox∣comb, says Dom Marcos, do you get out of mine, or I shall send you hence with more expedition than you came hither.
The Landlord answer'd him with a box on the ear; he who had receiv'd it, being weary of that kind of engagement, look'd about for his Sword or Ponyard; but
Marcella had carri'd them away.
Isidora and her pretended Nephew step'd in between them, and appeas'd the Landlord, but could prevail little with
Dom Mar∣cos, who running his head against the walls, call'd
Isidora a thousand damn'd-base-pilfering-impu∣dent-cheating-and-trapanning-Whores.
Isidora made him Answer, weeping, that she could not use too much subtilty, to draw in so deserving a
Dom Marcos as he was, and therefore he should rather applaud her ingenuity, than beat her, as he had done, adding withal, that a Husband, even in point of honour, was blameable for beating his Wife.