+Fran.+ For heaven's sake, madam, be not so unjust [_Whining._ To an old servant, always full of duty. But can I govern madmen? Would y' have had me Make all the street take notice? There he attack'd me With such transportment, the whole town had rung on't, Had I not run away. Could I imagine A man so wild as to pursue me hither Into your presence? +Blan.+ It is well, Don Zancho; [_Severely and scornfully._ Blanca may be thus used; but he that does it Shall find---- [_She turns away as going out, he holds her by the sleeve._ +Don Z.+ Pardon this rudeness, madam, but a man Made desperate hath nothing more to manage. Hither I come to give you satisfaction, And if my reasons can't, my heart-blood shall; But you must hear me, or here see me dead. +Blan.+ Since to be rid of him, Francisca, I see [_Turning to +Francisca+._ I must the penance undergo of hearing him, Keep careful watch to prevent accidents. +Fran.+ Madam, your closet will be much more proper For such a conference; for in case your brother Should come, Don Zancho has a safe retreat From thence down the back-stairs. I shall be sure To give you timely notice. +Don Z.+ And I know perfectly the passage thorough Th' entry; I've come up more than once that way During my happy days. +Blan.+ I think y' have reason; since I must have patience, Light us in thither. [_+Francisca+ takes the lights, and going before them, exeunt omnes._ _Scene changes to the prospect of Valencia. Enter +Don Julio+, as in the portal of his own house._ +Don J.+ The light was in the farther window; therefore He went up this way: now, if Fernando Have not forgot to bolt the entry-door, He cannot 'scape us, sure, whoe'er he be. 'Tis the only comfort, In such misfortunes, when a man hath means To right his honour, without other help Than such a friend as is another self, And that the shame's even from domestics hid, Until it be reveng'd. [_Exit +Don Julio+, as going into his own house._ _Enter +Chichon+, as coming out of the porch before +Don Julio's+ house._ +Chi.+ 'Slight! 'tis Don Julio that I saw go in! My master's like to pass his time but ill; I'll steal in after, and observe: although My courage cannot stead him, my wit may, As things may possibly fall out. [_Exit +Chichon+, as stealing after +Don Julio+ into his house._ _Scene changes to +Donna Blanca's+ closet. Enter +Don Zancho+ and +Donna Blanca+, as in her closet._