Don Ped. Sir, he's the best of my Friends.
Don Fel. But do you know, I say, that he wou'd——
Don Ped. Hinder this Marriage, 'tis true.
Don Fel. Yes, because he design'd——
Don Ped. I know his Design, Sir; 'tis to hinder all his Friends from marrying. Pray forgive him.
Don Fel. Then to prevent for ever his Designs here, come hither, Leonora, and give Don Pedro your Hand.
Don John. Keep down, my kindling Jealousy: I've something tortures me I never felt but now.
[Aside.
Don Ped. [To Leo.] Why this Backwardness, Madam? Where a Father chooses, a Daughter may with Modesty approve. Pray, give me your Hand.
Don Guz. I cannot see it.