Blan. As fine a story as may be! No, Don Zancho,
I, Blanca Rocca, am not carta blanca,[16]
Fit to receive whate'er impression
Your art——
Enter Francisca hastily.
Fran. Your brother's in the hall already;
Quick, quick, and let him find you in your chamber
Before your glass, I have set it ready there,
Whilst he retires the way it was resolv'd.
[Pointing to Don Zancho.
[Francisca takes the candle, and exeunt she and Donna Blanca; Don Zancho, another way.
Scene changes to Donna Blanca's bed-chamber. Re-enter Donna Blanca and Francisca, as in Blanca's chamber, she newly seated at her toilet, and beginning to unpin.
Enter Don Julio.
Don J. Blanca, I thought you had been abed ere this.
Have you had company to entertain you,
And keep you up beyond your usual hour?
Blan. What company can I have, you abroad,
At this time of the night?