Leo. Besides, Don Pedro possesses what he loves, but I must never think on poor Don Guzman more.
[Weeping.
Jac. Poor Don Guzman, indeed! We han't said a Word of the Pickle he's in yet. Hark! somebody knocks——at the old Rendezvous. It's he, on my Conscience.
Leo. Let's be gone; I must think of him no more.
Jac. Yes, let's be gone; but let's know whether 'tis he or not, first.
Leo. No, Jacinta; I must not speak with him any more. [Sighing.] I'm married to another.
Jac. Married to another! Well, Married to another; why, if one were married to twenty others, one may give a civil Gentleman an Answer.
Leo. Alas! what would'st thou have me to say to him?
Jac. Say to him! Why, one may find twenty Things to say to a Man: Say, that 'tis true you are married to another, and that 'twould be a—Sin to think of any Body but your Husband; and that——you are of a timorous Nature, and afraid of being damn'd; and that a——You wou'd not have him die neither: That a——Folks are mortal, and Things sometimes come strangely about, and a Widow's a Widow, and——
Leo. Peace, Levity [Sighing.] But see who 'tis knocks.