+Don P.+ Noble Don Julio, you must pity have Of an old man's distemper in affliction. I see I was in the wrong; pray, pardon it.

+Don J.+ O, this is more than needs. And now, good sir, If you'll be pleas'd to walk a turn or two I' the garden, I'll there give you a full account How I have laid things for your satisfaction.

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+Don J.+ Go, sir, there lies your way; And you, boy, fail not, when Don Zancho comes, [_Turning to the Page._ To give me notice of it in the garden. [_Exeunt._

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_Enter +Don Zancho+, and passes over the stage with +Chichon+ after him: and enter +Francisca+, and pulling +Chichon+, stays him._

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+Fran.+ Stay, stay, Chichon, a word w' ye: it imports-- [_She whispers with him._

+Fran.+ By my soul, I am-- There is no other way, but for us both To get up the back-way, and there to watch The time to interpose.

+Chi.+ Can she be such a fury? her looks are All milk and honey.

+Fran.+ You cannot fancy anything so tragic, But she is capable of executing, When once provok'd in point of love and honour Beyond her bounds of temper.

+Chi.+ Lead the way-- I'll have the pleasure to bold up the fright [_Aside._ She's in, since I am sure there is no danger, Knowing, as I do, my master's mind towards Blanca: Besides, 'tis to be hop'd, that these disorders May produce somewhat that may put an end To my master's quarrel, or afford me means To give Fernando his letter. [_Exeunt._

_Enter +Don Fernando+, +Elvira+ lying upon the couch in the private apartment._

+Don. F.+ This last dissimulation moves me more Than all the rest; but yet it must not alter What honour hath inspir'd. See, how she lies, And how, scarce brought to life from her dismay, She resumes scorn, to have been sav'd by me! But multiply what injuries thou wilt, Perfidious maid, thou shalt not disappoint Fernando of the glory that he aims at: Of making thy proud heart, Elvira, owe Its happiness to him. But I hear again [_He peeps_ A noise without--It is Don Zancho, And I see Blanca coming towards him. This falls out luckily, that I may hear What passes; for certainly their meeting Avowedly thus can be no other subject, But what Don Julio has proposed to Blanca. [_Exit as to hearken._

_Enter +Don Julio+ and +Don Pedro+, as in the garden._