Theo. Since 'tis so unluckily fallen out, that she knows you are at Madrid, it can no longer be kept a secret; therefore, you must now pretend openly to me, and run the risk of a denial from my father.
Mel. O, madam, there's no question but he'll refuse me: For, alas! what is it he can see in me worthy of that honour? Or, if he should be so partial to me, as some in the world are, to think me valiant, learned, and not altogether a fool, yet my want of fortune would weigh down all.
Theo. When he has refused you his consent, I may with justice dispose of myself; and that, while you are constant, shall never be to any but yourself: In witness of which, accept this diamond, as a pledge of my heart's firmness to you.
Beat. Madam, your father is coming this way.
Theo. 'Tis no matter; do not stir: since he must know you are returned, let him now see you.
Enter Don Alonzo.
Alon. Daughter, what make you here at this unseasonable hour?
Theo. Sir——
Alon. I know what you would say, that you heard a noise, and ran hither to see what it might be——Bless us! who is this with you?
Mel. 'Tis your servant, Don Melchor; just returned from St Sebastians.