Blan. Let me alone for that.
But let us follow him in, that we may mark
His whole demeanour. [Exeunt.
Enter Don Zancho in disorder.
Don Z. Curse on't, the entry-door's bolted within,
What shall I do? [He pauses.] I must seek a way,
Through the perfuming-room into the garden. [Exit.
Enter Don Julio, with a candle in his hand, and passing hastily over the stage.
Don J. He must be gone this way, there is no other;
The entry-door was bolted.
Enter Donna Blanca and Francisca, who pass over the stage, as if stealing after Don Julio.
Fran. All's safe: he takes that way. Let him, a God's name,
Follow his nose to the perfuming-room.
Blan. He'll fright poor Silvia out of her wits;
But I'll come to her succour with a peal
Will ring him. [Exeunt Donna Blanca and Francisca.
Scene changes to the laboratory. Here is to open a curious scene of a laboratory in perspective, with a fountain in it, some stills, many shelves, with pots of porcelain and glasses, with pictures above them: the room paved with black and white marble, with a prospect through pillars at the end, discovering the full moon, and by its light a perspective of orange-trees, and towards that farther end Elvira appears at a table, shifting flowers, her back turned.