Leo. The only Way to end that Misery, is to forget we ever thought of Happiness!
Don Guz. And is that in your Power? Ah, Leonora, you ne'er lov'd like me.
Leo. How I have lov'd, to Heaven I appeal! But Heaven does now permit that Love no more.
Don Guz. Why does it then permit us Life and Thought? Are we deceiv'd in its Omnipotence? Is it reduc'd to find its Pleasures in its Creatures Pain?
Leo. In what, or where, the Joys of Heaven consist, lies deeper than a Woman's Line can fathom; but this we know, a Wife must in her Husband seek for hers, and, therefore, I must think of you no more.——Farewel.
[Exit Leo.
Don Guz. Yet hear me, cruel Leonora.
Jac. It must be another Time, then, for she's whipt off now. All the Comfort I can give you, is, that I see she durst not trust herself any longer in your Company. But hush, I hear a Noise, get you gone; we shall be catch'd.
Leo. [Within.] Jacinta!