Don Z. For her so suddenly and so avowedly
To send for me hither, is very strange:
What can it mean?
Enter Blanca.
Blan. Now lend me temper, Heaven, but for a moment,
Till calmly I have drawn him to pronounce
The sentence of his own too noble death
For such a traitor— [Aside.
I think you come not without some surprise,
[To him with an affected cheerfulness.
Don Zancho, at my sending for you so:
But let's sit down, for I have much to say t' ye.
[She takes him by the hand and seats him in one chair, and she sits herself in the other close to him on his right hand, and fumbles in her sleeve.
I'm so well plac'd I cannot miss the mark. [Aside.
Don Z. Good madam, what's the matter? for I see
Disorder in you: put me out of pain.
Blan. That I shall quickly do: [Aside.
Know then, Don Zancho,
In the first place, you must not interrupt me,
Whatever you shall hear; I'll take it ill else.
When I have done, then speak your mind at leisure.
I come not to argue, but conclude.
Don Z. Your will's a law to me;
But whither tends all this? [Aside.