[Exit Don John.
Lop. I won't be positive in that neither. I guess what you are going about—There's Roguery a-foot: This is at Leonora, who I know hates him; nothing under a Rape will do't——He'll be hang'd——And then, what becomes of thee, my little Lopez?——Why, the Honour to a——dingle dangle by him. Which he'll have the Good-nature to be mighty sorry for. But I may chance to be beforehand with him: If we are not taken in the Fact, they'll perhaps do him the Honour to set a Reward upon his Head. Which if they do, Don, I shall go near to follow your moral Example, secure my Pardon, make my Fortune, and hang you up for the Good of your Country.
[Exit.
[ACT III.]
SCENE, Don Felix's House.
Enter Don Felix, Don Pedro, Leonora, and Jacinta.
Don Fel. How, Son! oblig'd to leave us immediately, say you?
Don Ped. My ill Fortune, Sir, will have it so.