Fran. In her chamber, sir,
Not very well; she's taken with a megrim.
Don J. Light me in to her.
[Exit Don Julio, Francisca lighting him with one of the lights. Chichon peeping out from behind the hangings.
Chi. If this be Cupid's prison, 'tis no sweet one.
Here are no chains of roses; yet I think
Y' had rather b' in 't than in Elvira's chamber,
As gay and as perfum'd as 'twas.
Don Z. Hold your peace, puppy; is this a time for fooling?
Enter Francisca, and Chichon starts back.
Fran. [Coming to the hanging.] Chichon, look out; you may, the coast is clear.
[Chichon looks out.
Could I my lady's near concerns but sever
From yours in this occasion, both of you
Should dearly pay your falsehood.
Chi. You are jealous too, I see; but help us out
This once, and if you catch me here again,
Let Chichon pay for all, faithful Chichon.