+Don P.+ You have reviv'd me; and since I have now nam'd My enemy, I can conceal no longer The grounds on which he is so. That Don Zancho, About a fortnight since, was late at night Found in my house, run newly through the body, And welt'ring in his blood, ready to expire. I by the outcry brought upon the place, Surpris'd as you may imagine, and enrag'd, Was yet so far master of my passion, As to disdain the owing my revenge To an unknown hand, perhaps as guilty Towards me as was the sufferer. I made Him straight be carried to a surgeon, where I thought it generous to give him life, Then dead, that living I might give him death. Recover'd sooner than I thought, he fled, And with him, as I have reason to believe, My only daughter, who the very night Of the accident was missing. O, the curse Of men, to have their honours subjected To the extravagance of such vile creatures! +Don J.+ [_Sighing._] 'Tis our hard fate indeed. +Don P.+ I presently employ'd all diligence To know what way he took, and having learn'd 'Twas towards this place, hither I have pursued him; Confirm'd in my pursuit by information Along the road, that an unknown gallant Had, with his servant, guarded all the way A conceal'd lady in a coach. And thus, sir, You have the story of my injury; Whereof I doubt not but your generous heart Will wed the just revenge. +Don J.+ You may rely on't, sir, without reserves, To th' utmost of my power. +Don P.+ May the gods reward you The life that you renew to these grey hairs! I'll take my leave at present, and return t' ye, As soon as from the diligences used I shall have clearer lights. +Don J.+ Here you shall find me waiting your commands. [_Exit +Don Pedro+, +Don Julio+ waiting on him out._ _Scene changes. Enter +Don Julio+ and +Don Fernando+, as in the private apartment._ +Don J.+ I hope you overheard us? +Don F.+ All distinctly, And with surprising joy at his mistake. Did ever bloodhound, in a hot pursuit, Run on so readily upon the change? +Don J.+ I hope it bodes good fortune in the rest. +Don F.+ Were e'er two friends engag'd in an adventure So intricate as we, and so capricious? +Don J.+ Sure, never in this world: methinks it merits A special recapitulation. You, at the height of all your happiness, Supplanted with your mistress by a rival You neither knew nor dreamt of, evidence Anticipating jealousy.