Blan. What insolence is this? Think not, Francisca,
That I am to be fool'd! This is your work:
You shall not stay an hour within these walls—
By all that's good, you shall not!
Fran. For heaven's sake, madam, be not so unjust [Whining.
To an old servant, always full of duty.
But can I govern madmen? Would y' have had me
Make all the street take notice? There he attack'd me
With such transportment, the whole town had rung on't,
Had I not run away. Could I imagine
A man so wild as to pursue me hither
Into your presence?
Blan. It is well, Don Zancho; [Severely and scornfully.
Blanca may be thus used; but he that does it
Shall find——
[She turns away as going out, he holds her by the sleeve.
Don Z. Pardon this rudeness, madam, but a man
Made desperate hath nothing more to manage.
Hither I come to give you satisfaction,
And if my reasons can't, my heart-blood shall;
But you must hear me, or here see me dead.
Blan. Since to be rid of him, Francisca, I see
[Turning to Francisca.
I must the penance undergo of hearing him,
Keep careful watch to prevent accidents.
Fran. Madam, your closet will be much more proper
For such a conference; for in case your brother
Should come, Don Zancho has a safe retreat
From thence down the back-stairs. I shall be sure
To give you timely notice.
Don Z. And I know perfectly the passage thorough
Th' entry; I've come up more than once that way
During my happy days.