Blan. I'd rather die, than have him think me easy.
Fran. Your spirit never can be liable
To that suspicion. Madam, leave to me
The conduct of this matter, I beseech you:
If, ere you sleep, you do not see the gallant
Sufficiently humbled at your feet,
Ne'er trust Francisca more.
Blan. You are so troublesome: do what you will.
[Blanca turns away, and exit as into her closet.
Fran. What, gone away?
I'll do what she would have, but dares not say. [Exit.
Enter Don Julio and Elvira, as in Blanca's chamber.
Don J. Where's my sister, Silvia? [Looking about him.
Elv. In her closet, sir:
As yet not ready.
Don J. And where's Francisca?
Elv. She's with her, dressing her.