+Fran.+ I see all's well, and may he sleep profoundly-- The sooner, madam, you are abed the better. +Blan.+ Would once my fears were over, that my rage Might have its course. +Fran.+ I shall not stop it, But after it has had its full career 'Twill pause, I hope, and reason find an ear. [_Exeunt._ _Scene changes to the room in the inn. Enter +Don Fernando+ and +Fabio+._ +Don F.+ Is he gone out? +Fab.+ No, sir, not as yet; But seeing the servant he had sent abroad Newly return'd, I listen'd at his door, And heard him plainly give him this account-- That he had found Don Julio Rocca's house, And having knock'd a good while at the door, Answer was made him without opening it, Don Julio's not at home; whereat Don Pedro Impatient rose, and, calling for his cloak And sword, he swore he'd rather wait himself Till midnight at his door, than lose a night In such a pressing business.--This I thought Fit to acquaint you with, and that he spake Doubtfully of his returning to lodge here. +Don F.+ You have done well, but must do better yet, In following him, and being sure to lose No circumstance of what he does. +Fab.+ To dog him possibly might be observ'd, This moonlight, by his servant; but since, sir, We're certain whither he goes, my best course (I think) will be to go out the back-way, And place myself beforehand in some porch Near Julio's house, where I may see and hear What passes, and then do as I shall see cause. +Don F.+ 'Tis not ill thought on; but how late soever Your return be, I shall expect to see you, Before we go to bed. +Fab.+ I shall not fail. [_Exeunt._ _Scene changes to +Donna Blanca's+ antechamber. Enter +Francisca+, and goes to the hanging where +Don Zancho+ and +Chichon+ are hid._ +Fran.+ Ho! trusty servant with his faithful master! Come out; the balcony's open, lose no time, Julio's abed, and fast asleep ere this-- There's nobody in the street, it is so light One may discover a mile; therefore be quick. [_+Don Zancho+ and +Chichon+ come out from behind the hanging, and follow her, as leading to the balcony._ [_Exeunt._ [_And soon after +Don Zancho+ and +Chichon+ appear as in the balcony, and +Francisca's+ head as peeping out of the door into it._ _Scene changes to the prospect of Valencia. Enter +Fabio+ as in the street, and settling himself in a porch._ +Fab.+ Here is a porch, as if 'twere built on purpose. [+Fabio+, _looking up, perceives them in the balcony._ Ha! here's a vision that I little dreamt of. Stand close, Fabio, and mum!