[Shewing him.
Jacin. O, Sir, I'm glad I have found you at last; I believe I have travel'd five miles after you, and could neither find you at home, nor in the walks, nor at church, nor at the opera nor——
San. Nor any where else, where he was not to be found: if you had look'd for him where he was, 'twas ten to one but you had met with him.
Jacin. I had, Jack-a-dandy!
Car. But pr'ythee what's the matter? Who sent you after me?
Jacin. One who's never well but when she sees you, I think; 'twas my Lady.
Car. Dear Jacinta, I fain would flatter myself, but am not able; the blessing's too great to be my lot: yet 'tis not well to trifle with me; how short soe'er I am in other merit, the tenderness I have for Leonora claims something from her generosity. I should not be deluded.
Jacin. And why do you think you are? methinks she's pretty well above board with you: what must be done more to satisfy you?
San. Why Lorenzo must hang himself, and then we are content.
Jacin. How! Lorenzo?