+Don P.+ A stranger, who must needs speak with Don Julio, Although unknown to him: my business presses.
+From within.+ Whoe'er you be, and whatsoe'er your business, You must have patience till to-morrow, sir. Don Julio went sick to bed, and I dare not Wake him.
+Don P.+ Fortune takes pleasure, sure, in disappointing, When men are press'd with most impatience; But, since there is no remedy, guide, Fulvio, Unto the lodging y' have provided for me; I hope 'tis near at hand.
+Fulv.+ Not above three doors from Don Julio's, There, where it makes the corner of the street. [_Pointing._
+Fab.+ Here I must follow, till I've harbour'd them. [_Exeunt; +Fabio+ stealing after them._
_Scene changes to a room in the inn. Enter +Don Fernando+ alone, as in his chamber._
+Don F.+ It cannot now be long, ere Fabio come, And 'twere in vain to go to bed before, For rest, I'm sure, I should not-- [_He walks about the room pensively._ Ah, my Elvira!--Mine? thou dost infect My very words with falsehood, when I name thee. Did ever mistress make a lover pay So dear as I for the short bliss she gave? What now I suffer in exchange of that, May make mankind afraid of joys excessive. But here he comes--
Have you learn'd anything That's worth the knowing? [_To +Fabio+._
+Fab.+ Two things I think considerable, sir: The one, that Julio hath found means to gain This night to cast your business in, without Admitting of Don Pedro, whose pressures Might have been troublesome, and urged you To hasty resolutions; whereas now You've time to take your measures. The other, sir, Is that Don Pedro lodges here no more, And consequently hath eas'd you of constraint, Whilst you rest here, and left the way more free For intercourse betwixt Don Julio and you. This more I must observe t' ye, that Don Pedro Took special care to have his lodging near Don Julio's house, whereby 'tis evident, That there he makes account his business lies.
+Don F.+ The news you bring me hath been worth your pains, And thanks t' ye for 't. I suppose that is all?
+Fab.+ Pray, sir, allow me This night to think, whether it be fit or no To tell it you; since 'tis a thing relates not, As I conceive, to you nor to your business; And yet, in the concernments of another, May trouble you.