D. of Eboli. Why are you jealous then? [Turns to him.
Don John. Come, let it be no more! I'm hushed and still.
Will you forgive?
D. of Eboli. How can you doubt my will?
I do.
Don John. Then send me not away unblest.
D. of Eboli. Till you return I will not think of rest.
Carlos will hither suddenly repair.
The next apartment's mine; I'll wait you there,
Farewell! [She seems to weep.
Don John. Oh, do not let me see a tear;
It quenches joy, and stifles appetite.
Like war's fierce god, upon my bliss I'd prey;
Who, from the furious toils of arms all day,
Returning home to love's fair queen at night,
Comes riotous and hot with full delight. [Exit.
D. of Eboli. He has reaped his joys, and now he would be free,
And to effect it puts on jealousy:
But I'm as much a libertine as he;
As fierce my will, as furious my desires;
Yet will I hold him; though enjoyment tires,
Though love and appetite be at the best,
He'll serve, as common meats fill up a feast,
And look like plenty, though we never taste.
Enter Ruy-Gomez.
Old lord, I bring thee news will make thee young.
Ruy-Gom. Speak; there was always music in thy tongue.