Rod. I must confess
Your danger great; but, madam, since 'tis past,
To speak of it were to renew your fears.
My noble brother, welcome to my breast.
Some, call my sister; say, Don Manuel,
Her bridegroom, waits.
Man. Tell her, in both the houses There now remains no enemy but she.
Rod. In the mean time let's dance; madam, I hope You'll grace me with your hand.—
[Enter LEONORA, woman to ANGELINA; takes the two men aside.
Leon. O sir, my lady Angelina—
Rod. Why comes she not?
Leon. Is fallen extremely sick.
Both. How?
Leon. Nay, trouble not yourselves too much; These fits are usual with her, and not dangerous.
Rod. O rarely counterfeited. [Aside.