Your house.
Luis. Don Juan, you do me an affront—
What if all Naples came along with you?—
My heart—yes, and my house—should welcome them.
Juan. I know. But yet—
Luis. But yet, no more ‘but yets’—
Come to my house, or else my heart shall close
Its doors upon you.
Juan. Nay, I dare not peril
A friendship—