Blan. You see he's free from umbrage on that subject.
Fran. I see all's well, and may he sleep profoundly—
The sooner, madam, you are abed the better.
Blan. Would once my fears were over, that my rage
Might have its course.
Fran. I shall not stop it,
But after it has had its full career
'Twill pause, I hope, and reason find an ear. [Exeunt.
Scene changes to the room in the inn. Enter Don Fernando and Fabio.
Don F. Is he gone out?
Fab. No, sir, not as yet;
But seeing the servant he had sent abroad
Newly return'd, I listen'd at his door,
And heard him plainly give him this account—
That he had found Don Julio Rocca's house,
And having knock'd a good while at the door,
Answer was made him without opening it,
Don Julio's not at home; whereat Don Pedro
Impatient rose, and, calling for his cloak
And sword, he swore he'd rather wait himself
Till midnight at his door, than lose a night
In such a pressing business.—This I thought
Fit to acquaint you with, and that he spake
Doubtfully of his returning to lodge here.
Don F. You have done well, but must do better yet,
In following him, and being sure to lose
No circumstance of what he does.
Fab. To dog him possibly might be observ'd,
This moonlight, by his servant; but since, sir,
We're certain whither he goes, my best course
(I think) will be to go out the back-way,
And place myself beforehand in some porch
Near Julio's house, where I may see and hear
What passes, and then do as I shall see cause.
Don F. 'Tis not ill thought on; but how late soever
Your return be, I shall expect to see you,
Before we go to bed.