Enter Cælia and Eugenia.
Cæl. Blame not my Husband, Sister, ’twas my fault,
I strove ’gainst Reason to oppose his Will.
Had I forborn my importunity,
’Tis ten to one he had not been so wilful;
Husband’s prerogatives are absolute,
Their wills we must obey, and not dispute.
Eug. I beg his Pardon, if I think amiss,
But I believe there’s some design in this;
His Eyes shew’d more of Anger then could be
A bare concern for’s Friend’s Infirmity.
Cæl. I will no censure on his Actions lay,
My Duty is for their success to pray.
Enter Don Gerardo.
Ger. Your Servant, Ladies, where is Don Antonio?
Cæl. Why, at Don Johns, my Lord, do not you know it?
Ger. Then he is not come back, as I had thought.
Cæl. My Lord, why thought you so?
Ger. Madam, I did not know but that he might,
Since ’tis not five hours bus’ness to Ride thither,
And to return again; but, Madam, pray
How came the Lord Francisco to be here?
I think he does not use it.