[Turning from 'em.
Don Fel. [To Leo. aside.] Are you distracted? Will you let him know your Folly? Give him your Hand, for Shame.
Leo. Hoh! Don Guzman, I am yours.
[Sighing, and giving carelesly her Hand.
Don Guz. Madam!
[Turning.
Don Fel. What a fatal Slip!
[Aside.
Leo. 'Twas not to you I spoke, Sir.