Don J. I fain would find out some such as might please you.
[Ironically.
Francisca, take a candle and light me in
To Blanca's closet.
Blan. Good brother, what's the matter?
You were not wont to be so curious,
As thus to pry into my privacies.
Don J. That you shall know anon. Do as I bid you,
Francisca.
[Francisca takes one of the candles, and going before him stumbles, and falling puts out the light. Don Julio, taking it up, lights it again at the other on the table, and going with it himself towards Donna Blanca's closet.
These tropes are lost on me. [Exit.
Fran. Let him go, now we have gain'd time
enough.
Blan. Thanks to thy timely fall!
Fran. Persons employ'd
In such trusts must have their wits about them.
'Tis clear that he suspects, but know—he cannot.
When once you see all safe, 'twill then import you
To play the tyrant over him, with reproaches
For this his jealousy.