+Fab.+ Two things I think considerable, sir: The one, that Julio hath found means to gain This night to cast your business in, without Admitting of Don Pedro, whose pressures Might have been troublesome, and urged you To hasty resolutions; whereas now You've time to take your measures. The other, sir, Is that Don Pedro lodges here no more, And consequently hath eas'd you of constraint, Whilst you rest here, and left the way more free For intercourse betwixt Don Julio and you. This more I must observe t' ye, that Don Pedro Took special care to have his lodging near Don Julio's house, whereby 'tis evident, That there he makes account his business lies. +Don F.+ The news you bring me hath been worth your pains, And thanks t' ye for 't. I suppose that is all? +Fab.+ Perhaps there's something else. +Don F.+ Say, Fabio, what is't? +Fab.+ Pray, sir, allow me This night to think, whether it be fit or no To tell it you; since 'tis a thing relates not, As I conceive, to you nor to your business; And yet, in the concernments of another, May trouble you. +Don F.+ Be not o'erwise, I prythee. I will know What 'tis, since you have raised curiosity By such grimaces. +Fab.+ You must be obey'd; but pray remember, sir, If afterwards I am call'd fool for my pains, Who made me so: but since I do not only Expect the fool, but ready to be thought A madman too, ere I have done my story, In this I will be wilful, not to tell it Till y' are abed, that I may run away-- So if you long to hear it, hasten thither. [_Exit +Fabio+, as to the chamber within._ +Don F.+ Content, i'faith; you ask no great compliance. [_Exit._ _Scene changes to the room in +Zancho's+ house. Enter +Don Zancho+; and +Chichon+, as at home, halting._ +Don Z.+ We're well come off from danger; would we were But half as well from Blanca's jealousy. +Chi.+ Speak for yourself; I never came off worse. A pox upon your venery, it has made me Another Vulcan. [_He halts about, grumbling._ +Don Z.+ Go, rest to-night, or grumble, as you please; But do not think limping will serve your turn To-morrow: faith, I'll make you stir your stumps. Think you a lover of my temper likely To sit down by it so? +Chi.+ I'm sure I am only fit to sit down by it, Since I can hardly stand. [_He makes as if he would sit down, and +Don Zancho+ giving him a kick on the breech._ +Don Z.+ Coxcomb, come away. +Chi.+ To-night's to-night: to-morrow's a new day.[13] [_Exeunt._ FOOTNOTES: [11] See an early note to "The Adventures of Five Hours" in the present volume. [12] [_i.e._, In a snare. See Hazlitt's "Proverbs," 1869, p. 200, where it is shown that the earlier phrase is _Cob's pound_.]