[Blanca makes earnest signs to Elvira.
Fran. [aside to Blanca.] She looks this way, as if she comprehended
Your meaning.
Elv. I understand her, and I know as well
What mischief I may bring upon myself;
But let Elvira still do generously,
And leave the rest to fate. [Aside.] Sir, since you press me,
[To Don Julio.
My humour ne'er could disavow a truth:
Don Zancho's passion and transportments for me,
Beyond all rules of temper and discretion,
Have been the cause of all my sad misfortunes,
And still I see must be the cause of more.
Don J. Unhappy creature! how thou hast deceiv'd
My prone persuasion of thy innocence!
Don Z. If that suffice not, sir, you have this ready
To give you satisfaction. [Holding out his sword.
Don F. Hell and furies!—but I will yet contain
Myself, and see how far my friend will drive it. [Aside.
Don J. Stay, Don Zancho,
And answer me one question. Is this night
The first of your presuming thus to enter
My house by stealth?
Don Z. The query is malicious;
But I must thorough, as I have begun. [Aside.