Jacin. Mean! Why, what shou'd I mean? I mean that I concluded you lov'd my Lady to that Degree, you cou'd not live without her: And that the Thought of her being given up to another, made your Passion flame out like Mount Etna: That upon this your Love got the Bridle in his Teeth, and ran away with you into her Chamber, where that impertinent Spy upon her and you, Don John, follow'd, and prevented farther Proofs of your Affection.
Don Guz. Why, sure——
Jacin. Why, sure, thus I thought it was, and thus she thinks it is. If you have a Mind in the Depth of your Discretion, to convince her of your Innocence—May your Innocence be your Reward! I'm sure were I in her Place, you shou'd never have any other from me.
Don Guz. Was there then no Merit in flying to her Assistance when I heard her Cries?
Jacin. As much as the Constable and the Watch might have pretended to—something to drink.
Don Guz. This is all Raillery; 'tis, impossible she can be pleas'd with such an Attempt.
Jacin. 'Tis impossible she can be pleas'd with being reduc'd to make the Attempt upon you.
Don Guz. But was this a proper Way to save her Blushes?
Jacin. 'Twas in the dark; that's one Way.
Don Guz. But it must look like downright Violation.