[13] [A common proverbial expression.] ACT III. _Enter +Don Fernando+ and +Fabio,+ as in the room in the inn._ +Don F.+ Are all things ready, Fabio, in case Don Julio, when he comes, conclude with me That I should be gone presently? +Fab.+ Horses stand ready for you at the posthouse. +Don F.+ 'Tis well; attend without. [_Exit +Fabio+._ _Enter +Don Julio+._ I see you sleep not in your friend's concerns, You are so early; and since so, the sooner We fix a resolution, certainly 'Twill be the better. 'Twas no small point gain'd, To frustrate for a night Don Pedro's aims, As Fabio tells me you have done; for he Ne'er quitted him an inch last night, until He had harboured him. +Don J.+ What, has he left his lodging? +Don F.+ That he has, And (which is more considerable) taken one Close by your house, which evidences clearly, Where his suspicions lie: that being so, I'm confident you'll be of my opinion For my dislodging from Valencia Immediately; for, Elvira being Already so well settled, nothing can So much endanger her discovery As my remaining longer in these parts. +Don J.+ Were I but free as yesterday, Fernando, To think of nothing but Elvira and your Concernments, I must confess your absence From hence were to be wish'd: but, cousin, There's fallen out this very night a thing, Which shows how little I beholden am To fortune that, having so newly lent me The means of serving handsomely my friend, Calls back the debt already, and makes me As needing of your aid, as you of mine. +Don. F.+ Ho! Fabio, forbid the horses presently. [_+Fabio+ looks in._ The least appearance, Julio, of my being [_To +Julio+._ Useful to you by staying puts an end To all deliberation for myself; Say, what's the accident? you have me ready. +Don J.+ Such and of such a nature, my Fernando, That, as to be communicated to none But you (another self), so I am sure It will astonish you with the rehearsal. Ah! could you think it possible, that Blanca Should raise disturbance in the heart of Julio, As to the honour of his family? +Don F.+ Heavens forbid! +Don J.+ Never was brother so secure as I, Or so unalterable in his persuasion, Of having a sister of unmatch'd discretion; Nor e'er could less than evidence itself Have shaken such a confidence. +Don F.+ For God's sake, Julio, Hold me no longer in such pain of mind. But, sure, we shall be better there within, Free from the noise of the street. +Don J.+ You say well. [_Exit +Julio+._