Blan. [Aside to Francisca.] There was a question makes me tremble still.
Don Z. No, sir, it is not: I'll keep nothing from you.
Last night upon the same occasion——
Don J. Hold! it suffices.
Fran. [Aside hastily to Blanca.] All's safe, you see: for God's sake, let's away
Ere Julio perceive us.
Your presence here can serve for nothing, madam,
But to beget new chances and suspicions.
[Exeunt Blanca and Francisca. Don Fernando rushes out, drawing his sword.
Don F. Yes, it suffices, Julio, to make
This hand strike surer than it did before.
Elvira. Nothing was wanting to my misery,
But his being here to overhear; but yet
I must not suffer the same hand to kill him
A second time, upon a greater error
Than was the first.
[Aside. Don Fernando making at Don Zancho; Elvira steps between, and Julia also offers to stay him.
Don F. [Striving to come at Don Zancho.]
Strive to protect your gallant from me, do!
Strive, but in vain: the gods themselves cannot!
What, you, Don Julio, too?
[Chichon, running out from the place where he lurked, strikes out both the lights with his hat.