+Don J.+ Welcome, fair maid, into this family, Where, whilst you take a servant's name upon you, To do my sister honour, you must allow Its master to be yours, and that by strongest ties, Knowing who plac'd you here, and having eyes. +Elv.+ I wish my service, sir, to her and you May merit such a happy introduction. +Don J.+ Farewell, sister, till anon: accompanied As now you are, I think you'll miss me little. [_Exit +Julio+._ +Blan.+ I must confess, I ne'er could better spare you Than at this time, but not for any reason That you, I hope, can guess at. Francisca, you and Silvia may retire, [_Exeunt +Elvira+ and +Francisca+._ And entertain yourselves: I'll to my closet, And try to rest, or (rather) to vent freely My restless thoughts. O, the self-torturing part [_Aside._ To force complaisance from a jealous heart! [_Exit._ FOOTNOTES: [5] The errors Dodsley committed, and Reed allowed to remain, in the course of this play, were very numerous: it has been thought worth while to point out only a few of them in the notes.--_Collier._ [6] The substitution of _my_ for _her_, in opposition to the authority of the old copy, till now made this passage unintelligible.--_Collier._ [7] In former editions misprinted-- "Away with thy _formalities_, dull creature!"-- which destroys all the spirit of the exclamation.--_Collier._ [8] The old copy inserts in the margin opposite Elvira the words _by the name of Silvia_ merely to show more distinctly that Elvira was to pass by that name, which is inserted before what she says.--_Collier._ [9] The heat of the day, from noon forwards. So called from Hora Sexta, noonday, a time when the Spanish ladies retire to sleep. [10] It is singular that in the old copy the author should here have inserted the Spanish verb _regalar_ instead of the English one.--_Collier._ ACT II. _Scene changes to the room in the inn. Enter +Don Julio+ and +Don Fernando+._ +Don J.+ Albricias,[11] friend, for the good news I bring you: All has fallen out as well as we could wish. As to Elvira's settling with my sister, So lucky a success in our first aims Concerning her, I trust, does bode good fortune Beyond our hopes; yet, in the farther progress Of this affair---- +Don F.+ There's no such thing in nature left as _better_, Julio; the worst proves always true with me. Yet prythee, tell, how does that noble beauty (Wherein high quality is so richly stamp'd) Comport her servile metamorphosis? +Don J.+ As one whose body, as divine as 'tis, Seems bound to obey exactly such a mind, And gently take whate'er shape that imposes.