[Crosses to Julio.
Julio. I came here, sir, by the merest accident.—The garden door was open, curiosity led me to this apartment. You came in a moment after, and very civilly locked me in with your daughter.
Cæsar. Locked you in! why, then, did you not, like a man of honour, cry out?
Julio. The lady cried out, sir, and you told her you would not return; but when Donna Olivia de Zuniga entered, for whom I have conceived a most violent passion——
Cæsar. A passion for her! Oh, let me hear no more on't.—A passion for her! You may as well entertain a passion for the untameable hyena.
Gar. There, Vincentio, what think you now? Xantippe or not?
Vin. I am afraid I must give up that—but pray support me as to this point, Don Cæsar; is not the lady fond of a Jew's-harp?
Cæsar. Fond! she's fond of nothing, but playing the vixen; there is not such a fury upon earth.
Julio. These are odd liberties, with a person who does not belong to him.
Cæsar. I'll play the hypocrite for her no more; the world shall know her true character, they shall know——but ask her maid there.