Don Ped. I have a Reason, you may be sure. [Aside.] Just Heaven, I adore thee! The Truth at last shines clear, and by that Villain Alvarada I'm betray'd. But enough; I'll make Use of this Occasion for my Vengeance. [To Isab.] Where, Madam, is it, Don John is waiting?
Isab. But here, in a small Field, behind the Garden.
Don Ped. [Aside.] His Blood shall do me Reason for his Treachery.
Isab. Will you go there directly?
Don Ped. I will. Be satisfy'd.
[Ex. Don Ped.
Leo. You weep, Isabella?
Isab. You see my Trouble for a Brother for whom I wou'd die, and a Lover for whom I wou'd live. They both are Authors of my Grief.
Leo. They both are Instruments of my Misfortune.
[Exeunt.