Periwig. Certainly, sir. (Locks it.)
Don Lucas. Give me the key.
Periwig. Here it is, your honour. (Hands him the key.)
Don Lucas. (opening his bedroom door). Come out, Don Luis.
Don Luis. Here I am. (Comes out.)
D. Isabel. What are you going to do?
Don Pedro.
What’s all this?
Don Luis.
Don Lucas. Listen, all of you. Señor Don Luis, whom you here behold, has told me he is Doña Isabel’s lover, and that he must marry her, for she gave him her word at Illescas and....