Don J. That our dear friend and kinsman, Don Fernando,
Is come to town, and going for Italy:
The secret of it doth so much import him,
It forc'd him to forbear alighting here,
And lodging with us, as he us'd to do;
But yet he says, nothing shall hinder him
From waiting on you in the dusk of th' evening:
I hope you'll find wherewith to regale[10] him.
Blan. As well as you have drain'd my cabinets
Of late in presents to your mistress, some
Perfumes will yet be found, such as at Rome
Itself shall not disgrace Valencia.
Don J. I know your humour, and that the best present
Can be given you is to give you the occasion
Of presenting; but I am come in now
Only to advertise you, and must be gone;
Yet not, I hope, without a sight of one
So recommended and commended so.
Blan. I should have thought you strangely chang'd in humour,
Should you have gone away so uncuriously.
Francisca, ho! [She knocks.
Enter Francisca.
Fran. What please you, madam?
Fran. Prythee, tell Silvia I would speak with her.
[Exit Francisca.
Well, clear your eyes, and say I have no skill,
If she appears not t' ye exceeding handsome.
Enter Francisca with Elvira. Don Julio salutes her.