[Turning to the Page.
To give me notice of it in the garden. [Exeunt.
Enter Don Zancho, and passes over the stage with Chichon after him: and enter Francisca, and pulling Chichon, stays him.
Fran. Stay, stay, Chichon, a word w' ye: it imports—
[She whispers with him.
Chi. I hope you are not in earnest.
Fran. By my soul, I am—
There is no other way, but for us both
To get up the back-way, and there to watch
The time to interpose.
Chi. Can she be such a fury? her looks are
All milk and honey.
Fran. You cannot fancy anything so tragic,
But she is capable of executing,
When once provok'd in point of love and honour
Beyond her bounds of temper.