Don Guz. My Patience, Don, is now no more; and I pronounce, that if henceforth I find you under Leonora's Window, who never wish'd, fond Man, to see you there; I, by the ways of Honour, shall fix you in another Station. I leave you to consider on't.——Farewel.
[Exit Don Guz.
Don John. Hold, Sir, we had e'en as good do this honourable Deed now.
Re-enter Lopez.
Lop. No, pray, Sir, let him go, and maybe you mayn't have Occasion to do it at all.
Don John. I thought at first the Coxcomb came upon another Subject, which wou'd have embarrassed me much more.
Lop. Now this was a Subject wou'd have embarrass'd me enough in all Conscience.
Don John. I was afraid he came to forbid me seeing his Sister, Isabella, with whom I'm upon very good Terms.
Lop. Why, now, that's a hard Case, when you have got a Man's Sister, you can't leave him his Mistress.
Don John. No, Changeling, I hate him enough, to love every Woman that belongs to him: and the Fool has so provok'd me by this Threatning, that I believe I shall have a Stroke at his Mother, before I think myself even with him.