Vict. Write him a billet, and I will send it to his lodgings.
Laura. Instantly—Dear Florio, a new prospect opens to me—Don Sancho is rich and generous; and, by playing on his passions, his fortune may be a constant fund to us.—I'll dip my pen in flattery.
[Exit, r.
Vict. Base woman! how can I pity thee, or regret the steps which my duty obliges me to take? For myself, I would not swerve from the nicest line of rectitude, nor wear the shadow of deceit. But, for my children!—Is there a parental heart that will not pardon me?
[Exit, r.
SCENE II.—Don Cæsar's.
Enter Olivia and Minette, r.
Oliv. Well, here we are in private—what is this charming intelligence of which thou art so full this morning?
Min. Why, ma'am, as I was in the balcony that overlooks Don Vasquez's garden, Donna Marcella told me, that Don Cæsar had last night been to pay her a visit previous to their marriage, and—
Oliv. Their marriage! How can you give me the intelligence with such a look of joy? Their marriage!—what will become of me?
Min. Dear ma'am! if you'll but have patience.—She says that, Don Cæsar and she are perfectly agreed—