Enter Alvarez, Leonora, Carlos, Sancho, and Jacinta.
Alv. Well, Don Felix, have you prepared your son? for mine, he's ready to engage.
Lor. And so is his. My wrongs prepare me for a thousand combats. My hand has hitherto been held by the regard I've had to every thing of kin to Leonora; but since the monstrous part she acts has driven her from my heart, I call for reparation from her family.
Alv. You'll have it, Sir; Camillo will attend you instantly.
Lop. O lack! O lack! will no body do a little something to prevent bloodshed? Why, Madam, have you no pity, no bowels? [To Leonora.] stand and see one of your husbands stoter'd before your face? 'Tis an arrant shame.
Leo. If widowhood be my fate, I must bear it as I can.
Lop. Why, did you ever hear the like?
Lor. Talk to her no more. Her monstrous impudence is no otherwise to be replied to, than by a dagger in her brother's heart.
Leo. Yonder he's coming to receive it. But have a care, brave Sir, he does not place it in another's.
Lor. It is not in his power. He has a rotten cause upon his sword, I'm sorry he's engag'd in't; but since he is, he must take his fate. For you, my bravo, expect me in your turn.