Don. Z. Spoke like an angel.
Fran. This is, you know, superfluous with me,
And shocks my humour; but anything from you!
Be sure you follow boisterously.
[She trudges away, and goes in hastily, as at Julio's house, and Don Zancho follows her in. Chichon stops at the door.
Chi. I'll bring you no ill-luck a second time.
If for sport's sake you have projected me
Another summersault from the balcony,
Make your account that 'tis already done,
Here you will find me halting in the street. [Exit Chichon.
Scene changes to Donna Blanca's antechamber. Enter Blanca.
Blan. How true it is that nature cheats mankind,
And makes us think ourselves the only tasters
Of pure delight and bliss; when as indeed,
Oppressing us with pains and griefs, she makes
Deliv'rance from them pass for solid pleasure!
Witness in me those images of joy,
Wherewith she flatters now my expectation:
What will its highest satisfaction be
At most, but ease from what tormented me?
Enter FRANCISCA hastily.
Fran. It now imports you have affected rage
As ready at hand as usually you have
Anger in earnest. But, above all, be sure
You discharge it smartly upon me; for here
He presses at my heels.
Enter Don Zancho, and goes to cast himself at Donna Blanca's feet, and she starting back from him.