Galin. Well; since my Master has banished me his Sight, I'll redeem by my Obedience, what I have lost by my Debauch. I'll go sleep twelve Hours in some melancholy Hole where the Devil Shan't find me; yes.
[Exit Galindo.
Don John. He's gone; but hush, I hear somebody coming.
Don Guz. Ho there! will nobody bring Light?
[Behind the Scene.
Don Ped. 'Tis Guzman.
Don John. 'Tis so, prepare.
Don Ped. Shall I own my Weakness? I feel an inward Check; I wish this could be done some other way.
Don John. Distraction all! Is this a Time to balance? Think on the Injury he would have done you, 'twill fortify your Arm, and guide your Dagger to his Heart.