Julio. Did ever one woman prevent another from leaving her at such a moment before? I really, madam, cannot comprehend——
Cæsar. [Without.] It is impossible—impossible, gentleman! Don Julio cannot be here.
Julio. Hah! who's that?
Enter Don Cæsar, Don Garcia, and Don Vincentio, l. d.
Gar. There! did we not tell you so? we saw him enter the garden.
Cæsar. What can be the meaning of all this? A man in my daughter's apartment!
[Attempting to draw.
Gar. Hold, sir! Don Julio is one of the first rank in Spain, and will unquestionably be able to satisfy your honour, without troubling your sword. We have done mischief, Vincentio! [Apart.]
Julio. [To Olivia.] They have been cursedly impertinent! but I'll bring you off, never fear, by pretending a passion for your busy friend, there.
Cæsar. Satisfy me then in a moment; speak, one of you.