[_+Don Zancho+ gets over the balcony, and letting himself down at arm's length, leaps gently into the street. +Chichon+ offers at the like, but takes a fall as he lights, and (rising) counterfeits lameness. +Francisca+ retires, and locks the balcony._ +Chi.+ Curse on the drab, I think I've broke my leg. +Fab.+ The moon has turn'd my brains, or I have seen That person somewhere, and that very lately-- [_He pauses, scratching his head._ But, sure, I'm mad to think it can be he. [_Exeunt +Don Zancho+ and +Chichon+, as turning down the next street._ _Enter +Don Pedro+ and +Fulvio+._ +Fab.+ O, now I see my men. [_Retiring into the porch._ +Don P.+ This is the street, you say; which is the house? +Fulv.+ That fair one, over against the monastery. Shall I go knock? +Don P.+ What else? [_+Fulvio+ knocks at +Don Julio's+ door, and nobody answers._ +Don P.+ Knock harder. [_He knocks again, and one asks as from within_, Who's there? +Don P.+ A stranger, who must needs speak with Don Julio, Although unknown to him: my business presses. +From within.+ Whoe'er you be, and whatsoe'er your business, You must have patience till to-morrow, sir. Don Julio went sick to bed, and I dare not Wake him. +Don P.+ Fortune takes pleasure, sure, in disappointing, When men are press'd with most impatience; But, since there is no remedy, guide, Fulvio, Unto the lodging y' have provided for me; I hope 'tis near at hand. +Fulv.+ Not above three doors from Don Julio's, There, where it makes the corner of the street. [_Pointing._ +Fab.+ Here I must follow, till I've harbour'd them. [_Exeunt; +Fabio+ stealing after them._ _Scene changes to a room in the inn. Enter +Don Fernando+ alone, as in his chamber._ +Don F.+ It cannot now be long, ere Fabio come, And 'twere in vain to go to bed before, For rest, I'm sure, I should not-- [_He walks about the room pensively._ Ah, my Elvira!--Mine? thou dost infect My very words with falsehood, when I name thee. Did ever mistress make a lover pay So dear as I for the short bliss she gave? What now I suffer in exchange of that, May make mankind afraid of joys excessive. But here he comes-- _Enter +Fabio+._ Have you learn'd anything That's worth the knowing? [_To +Fabio+._