Oliv. My guest! how is it possible he can have discovered me? [Aside.]
Julio. Pho! This is carrying the thing further than you need—if there was a third person here, it might be prudent.
Oliv. Why, this assurance, Don Julio, is really—
Julio. The thing in the world you are most ready to pardon.
Oliv. Upon my word, I don't know how to treat you.
Julio. Consult your heart!
Oliv. I shall consult my honour.
Julio. Honour is a pretty thing to play with, but when spoken with that very grave face, after having sent your maid to bring me here, is really more than I expected. I shall be in an ill humour presently—I won't stay if you treat me thus.
[Crosses, l.
Oliv. Well, this is superior to every thing! I have heard that men will slander women privately to each other; 'tis their common amusement; but to do it to one's face!—and you really pretend that I sent for you?