Upon mine honour, (for I tell thee all,)
Always in honour bounded. At that time
In an ill hour my father plann’d a marriage
Between me and Don Juan—yours, you know,
Came here to Naples, whence he sent your brother,
I know not on what business, into Spain;
And we agreed, I mean Alvaro and I,
Rather than vex two fathers at one time
By any declaration of our vows,
’Twere best to keep them secret—at the least,