Don Ped. If I'm abus'd, assist me with some fair Interpretation of all that present Trouble and Disquiet, which is not in my Power to overlook, nor yours to hide.
Leo. You might methinks have spar'd my Modesty; and without forcing me to name your Absence, have laid my Trouble there.
Don Ped. No, no, my Fair Deluder, that's a Veil too thin to cover what's so hard to hide; my Presence not my Absence is the Cause. Your cold Reception at my first Approach, prepar'd me for the Stroke; and 'twas not long before your Mouth confirmed my Doom: Don Guzman, I am yours.
Leo. Is't then possible the Mouth shou'd utter one Name for another?
Don Ped. Not at all, when it follows the Dictates of the Heart.——
Leo. Were it even so, what Wrong is from that Heart receiv'd, where Duty and where Virtue are its Rulers?
Don Ped. Where they preside, our Honour may be safe, yet our Minds be on the Rack.
Leo. This Discourse will scarce produce a Remedy; we'll end it, therefore, if you please, and leave the rest to Time: Besides, the Occasion of your Journey presses you.
Don Ped. The Occasion of my Delay presses you, I fear, much more; you count the tedious Minutes I am with you, and are reduc'd to mind me of my Duty, to free yourself from my Sight.