Turn enemies—must I too join the fray?
Oh, how at once to reconcile all three,
Those two with one another, and with me!
Re-enter Juan hastily.
Juan. On seeing me, my friend, her colour chang’d:
She loves me still, Don Felix! I am sure
She loves me! Is not the face—we know it is,
The tell-tale index of the heart within?
Oh happiness! at once within your house,
And next my lady’s! What is now to do