+Don J.+ By this time, I suppose, she will have made The proposition to the full, and we Shall come at the just time to hear his answer. [_Exeunt +Don Pedro+ and +Don Julio+._
+Don Z.+ [_Continuing._] If since that hour I have ever seen Or thought upon her, till last night's surprise, May I for ever perish: and methinks The use of that to your advantage Might challenge from you a more just construction.
+Blan.+ I told you at first, I came not here to argue, But to conclude. Say, will you marry her?
[_+Don Julio+ and +Don Pedro+ peep out as from behind the hanging._
+Don J.+ W'are come, you see, just as we could have wish'd. [_Aside._
+Don P.+ His fate hangs on his lips. [_Aside._
+Don Z.+ You are mistress of your words and actions, madam, And may use me as you please; but this hand Shall sooner pierce this heart than e'er be given In marriage to Elvira.
[_+Don Pedro+ and +Don Julio+ rush in with their swords and daggers drawn, and +Don Zancho+ draws too._
+Don P.+ Then, villain, die! Heav'n is too weak to save thee By any other means. [_+Don Fernando+ draws, and rushing out._
+Don F.+ But here is one that shall-- Or all by his side.
+Don P.+ O heavens! what's this? Don Fernando Solis protecting him! Nay, then the whole world conspires against my honour.
+Blan.+ For heaven's sake, gentlemen! [_+Blanca+ runs in between._
+Chi.+ Now, by my grandame's pantable,[25] 'tis pretty! [_From behind._ I'll brush their coats, if once it come to fighting. Fernando's of our side.
+Francisca+, _and +Chichon+ with a long broom, run out also from behind the hanging._
+Don J.+ What frenzy's this, Fernando? was't not you Engaged me to effect the marriage? Sure, w'are all Bewitch'd.
+Don F.+ Stay, my Don Julio, stay, And let Don Pedro have patience but to hear me-- 'Tis true; but you know well upon what grounds: Those are quite chang'd by my having overheard All that hath pass'd; for my Elvira, Julio, Proves spotless in her faith, as in her beauty, And I the only guilty, to have doubted. What have I then to do, but here to prostrate Myself at her offended father's feet, And beg his pardon? that obtain'd, t' implore His help to gain me hers, as to a person In whom respect for him hath always held Proportion with my passion for his daughter.