+Don F.+ [_As he follows him, aside._] This is what Fabio told me he saw last night, Discovered by some accident to Julio; It can be nothing else. O women, women! [_Exit +Fernando+._ _Enter +Don Pedro+ and +Fulvio+, as in their new lodgings._ +Don P.+ I am glad you have lighted on so fit a place For all I intend, as this is, Fulvio. I shall repair the last night's disappointment By early care this morning: in the meanwhile, Fail not of your part in the discovery Where my enemy dwells, and i' th' observation Of all his motions; that's the important part. +Fulv.+ Rely, sir, on my care and vigilance. [_Exeunt +Don Pedro+ and +Fulvio+._ _Enter +Don Julio+ and +Don Fernando+, as in the outward room of the inn._ +Don J.+ It is a quarter Always reserv'd to my own privacy. There lying unsuspected, if, whilst I Continue late abroad, under pretence Of being at Violante's, you keep watch Carefully within, he cannot 'scape us: So you be sure to observe punctually The sign agreed, and bolting of the doors, When he is once within. +Don F.+ Since you have so resolv'd and laid your business, Dispose of me, and lead the way, whilst I Give Fabio his instruction what to do During my absence. [_Exeunt +Fernando+ and +Julio+._ _Enter +Donna Blanca+ and +Francisca+, as in +Blanca's+ antechamber._ +Fran.+ Since the black cloud, that threaten'd you last night With such a storm, is luckily blown over Without a sprinkling, I hope, madam, you Will imitate the Fates, and grow serene From all those clouds which so much threaten'd others. +Blan.+ Ah! Francisca, canst thou-- [_She stops, seeing +Elvira+ coming._ _Enter +Elvira+, with a fine basin of flowers._ But here's Silvia. O, the sharp thorns she brings me at this time, With flowers in her hand, by the constraint Her presence gives me! [_Aside._ +Elv.+ Madam, I wish the 'ranging of these flowers May be to your mind; but alas, I fear I am too dull for works of fancy. +Blan.+ 'Tis me you find too dull to relish them: Anon they may be welcomer. +Elv.+ I'll wait that happy hour. [_Aside._] She's in ill humour. [_Exit +Elvira+._ +Blan.+ But tell me now, didst ever see, Francisca, So false and bold a creature? The impudence He had to clothe his treachery with new courtships, Provokes me most of all.