Don F. I have recourse unto my only friend,
To help me in protecting my false mistress,
And he, at the same time, by highest powers [is]
Impos'd upon to be her persecutor.
Don J. Whilst the same friend, and by the selfsame pow'rs,
Is urg'd to act in their revenge against
The man, on whom you most desire to take it:
And then, to heighten all beyond invention,
That very friend is forc'd, even in that instant,
To a dependence on your only aid,
In his honour's nearest and most nice concerns.
Don F. Heaven, sure, delights t' involve us in a kind
Of labyrinth will pose itself t' unwind. [Exeunt.
[ACT IV.]
Scene changes to the room at Don Zancho's. Enter Don Zancho, and Chichon at another door, halting still with a staff.
Don Z. What, here again already! have you sped?
Chi. Lame as I am, you see I've made good speed
In my return, whate'er I've had in my errand.
Don Z. Leave, fool, your quibbling, and deliver me
From the disquiet of uncertainty.
Chi. That's quickly done. Set, sir, your heart at rest
From the vain hopes of ever seeing Blanca—
Now you are at ease, I trow?