ACT II.
SCENE I. A Chamber.
Enter Jacinta with a Light, and Julia.
Jac. Well, Madam, have you writ to Don Carlos?
Jul. No, nor is it possible I shou’d, this Devil haunts me so from room to room, like my evil Genius to prevent that Good; oh, for an opportunity of one kind Minute to return Acknowledgments for this kind Letter he has sent me.
Jac. I’m glad you find me a Sybil: Madam, I ever prophesy’d a happier end of that Amour than your ill Fortune has hitherto promised,—but what said the lovely Cavalier?
Jul. All that a Man inspir’d with Love cou’d say, all that was soft and charming.
Jac. Nay, I believe his Art.
Jul. Judge then what my Heart feels, which like a Fire but lightly cover’d o’er with the cold Ashes of Despair, with the least blast breaks out into a Flame; I burn, I burn, Jacinta, and only charming Carlos can allay my Pain—but how? Ay, there’s the question.
Jac. Some way I will contrive to speak with him, for he has lost his old wont if he traverse not the Street where you live: but see Donna Clara.—