+Ern.+ Sir, as you charg'd me, I told your brother-in-law I thought you hardly could be there this night. He kisses your hands, and bad me tell you, That he expects your coming with impatience. This letter's from Don Henrique, th' other's from Your beauteous bride, the most accomplish'd person I ever saw: my being of your train Gave me the privilege of a domestic, To see her in her chamber-dress without A veil, either to cover faults or hide Perfections. +Don A.+ Tell me truly, is she so very handsome? +Ern.+ Handsomer far, in my opinion, sir, Than all those Brussels beauties, which you call The finish'd pieces: but I say no more; Let your own eyes inform you; here's a key Of the apartment that's made ready for you; A lower quarter, very nobly furnish'd, That opens on St Vincent's Street. +Don A.+ Give it me, and go to the post-house, And take care that my things be brought from, thence. [_Exit +Ernesto+._ Octavio, will you go along with me, And be a witness of my first address? +Don O.+ Sir, you choose in me an ill companion Of lovers' interviews or nuptial joys: One whose misfortunes to such sad extremes Are heighten'd, that the very mentioning Of happy hours serves only to embitter The memory of my lost joys. +Don A.+ So very deep a sense of your misfortunes Holds no proportion with Octavio's mind. _+Enter+ +Flora+ in haste._ +Flo.+ Where's your master, Diego? +Diego.+ There's some ill towards, when this bird appears. [_Aside._ Do you not see him? y' have liv'd too long a maid. +Flo.+ Sir, I have something to say t' you in private, That requires haste. +Don O.+ What new accident brings you hither, Flora? +Flo.+ These tablets will inform you, sir. [_+Flora+ retires._ +Diego.+ Will you not stay for an answer, damsel? +Flo.+ 'Tis a command, not a question, Diego. +Diego.+ Short and sweet, Flora. +Don O.+ Good Flora, stay a minute. I much fear It is some new misfortune. +Diego.+ Nay, sir, you may be sure 'tis some disaster, Else it would ne'er have come so easily, And so unsought for. +Don O.+ Will you allow me for a moment, sir, To step into my house, and read a letter? [_Bowing to +Antonio+._ +Don A.+ I'll wait upon you in, and stay your leisure. [_Exeunt all but +Diego+._