+Elv.+ He is gone then?---- [_She pauses._ Ah, generous Don Julio, [_Putting her handkerchief to her eyes._ You needs must be indulgent to a weakness Which, whilst that he was present, indignation, And a just sense of what I am, had pow'r To keep within myself; but now I find That check remov'd, nature will have its tribute, And you must pardon my withdrawing, where [_She weeps._ Such grief may pay it with unwitness'd tears. [_Exit Elvira._ +Don J.+ Can a demeanour so compos'd, so noble, And yet so tender, want true innocence? It cannot be. It grieves my heart, I swear, T' have given her new affliction; but the secret Of Don Fernando's close concealment here Is so important, it necessitated My saying what I did, since secrets are Ever kept best by those that know them least. _Enter +Blanca+ and +Francisca+._ Now, high dissimulation play, thy part! [_Aside._ Good morrow, sister, have you rested well? And do you rise serene, as does the sun? Free from distemper, as the day from clouds? Your looks persuade it me, they are so clear And fresh this morning. +Blan.+ The pleasure of seeing you puts life into them, Else they'd be dull enough, this ugly headache Having tormented me all night. You might Have heard me call Francisca up at midnight. +Fran.+ That was well thought on, for 'tis possible He may have heard some noise. [_Aside._ +Don J.+ How cunning she is! [_Aside._ Faith, now you put me in mind of it (I think) 'Twixt sleep and waking, I once heard some stirring. +Blan.+ The worst of my indisposition is, That 'twill, I fear, hinder me again to-day From visiting Violante, to thank her For Silvia. +Don J.+ I charge myself with all your compliments; For this whole afternoon, till late at night, I needs must pass with her, to make amends For yesterday's failings, caus'd, as you know, By Don Fernando's being in town. +Blan.+ I must not hope to see you then again To-day, when once gone out? +Don J.+ Hardly; unless to wait on Violante, In case she come to see you, as 'tis likely, When I shall tell her you are indispos'd: And so farewell. [_Exit +Don Julio+._ +Blan.+ All's well, I see, Francisca, as to him: I wish my heart were but as much at rest In what concerns Don Zancho. +Fran.+ It shall be Your own fault if it be not quickly so, As I'll order the matter. +Blan.+ Take heed you make him not grow insolent, By discovering to him my facility. +Fran.+ I'm too well vers'd to need instructions. +Blan.+ I leave all t' you. But how does Silvia This morning? +Fran.+ I think she has been crying, She looks so dull and moped.