Aur. Away, infernal! 'tis not thee; 'tis the true Don Melchor that I would see.
Mel. Hell and furies!
Aur. Heaven and angels! Ah——
[Runs out, shrieking.
Mel. This is a riddle past my finding out, to send for me, and then to shun me; but here's one shall resolve it for me: Camilla, what dost thou there?
Cam. Help, help! I shall be carried away bodily.
[She rises up, overthrows the table and lights,
and runs out. The scene shuts.
Mel. [Alone.] Why, Aurelia, Camilla! they are both run out of hearing! this amazes me; what can the meaning of it be? Sure she has heard of my unfaithfulness, and was resolved to punish me by this contrivance! to put an affront upon me by this abrupt departure, as I did on her by my seeming absence.
Enter Theodosia and Beatrix.
Theo. Don Melchor! is it you, my love, that have frighted Aurelia so terribly?
Mel. Alas, madam! I know not; but, coming hither by your appointment, and thinking myself secure in the night without disguise, perhaps it might work upon her fancy, because she thought me absent.