Don John. [Aside.] How many Villanies I'm forc'd to act, to keep one secret!
[Exeunt.
SCENE, Don. Guzman's Apartments.
Don Guzman, sitting solus.
With what Rigour does this unfaithful Woman treat me! Is't possible it can be me, who appeared to love me with so much Tenderness? How little stress is to be laid upon a Woman's Heart! Sure they're not worth those anxious Cares they give. [Rising.] Then burst my Chains, and give me Room to search for nobler Pleasures. I feel my Heart begin to mutiny for Liberty; there is a Spirit in it yet, will struggle hard for Freedom: but Solitude's the worst of Seconds. Ho! Sancho, Galindo, who waits there? Bring some Lights.—Where are you?
Enter Galindo, rubbing his Eyes, and drunk.
Galin. I can't well tell. Do you want me, Sir?
Don Guz. Yes, Sir, I want you. Why am I left in the dark? What were you doing?
Gal. Doing, Sir! I was doing——what one does when one sleeps, Sir.
Don Guz. Have you no Light without?