Fab. Sir, the very same;
And he had scarcely set one foot to ground
When he inquired, Where lives Don Julio Rocca?
Don J. For my house, Fabio? It cannot be;
I never knew the man.
Don F. The thing does speak itself and my hard fate.
What else can bring him hither but pursuit
Of me and of his daughter, having learn'd
The way we took? and what's so easy, Julio,
Here at Valencia, as to know our friendship;
And then of consequence, your house to be
My likeliest retreat?
Don J. 'Tis surely so;
Let us apply our thoughts to best preventives.
Don F. Whilst we retire into the inner room
T' advise together, Fabio, be you sure
(Since unknown to him) to observe his motions. [Exeunt omnes.
Scene changes to the prospect of Valencia. Enter Don Zancho and Chichon, as in the street near Don Julio's house.
Don Z. Newly gone out, say you?
That is as lucky as we could have wish'd:
And see but how invitingly the door
Stands open still!
Chi. An open door may lead to a face of wood;
[Aside to Don Zancho.
But mean you, sir, to go abruptly in
Without more ceremony?