+Blan.+ As fine a story as may be! No, Don Zancho, I, Blanca Rocca, am not carta blanca,[16] Fit to receive whate'er impression Your art---- _Enter +Francisca+ hastily._ +Fran.+ Your brother's in the hall already; Quick, quick, and let him find you in your chamber Before your glass, I have set it ready there, Whilst he retires the way it was resolv'd. [_Pointing to +Don Zancho+._ [_+Francisca+ takes the candle, and exeunt she and +Donna Blanca+; +Don Zancho+, another way._ _Scene changes to +Donna Blanca's+ bed-chamber. Re-enter +Donna Blanca+ and +Francisca+, as in +Blanca's+ chamber, she newly seated at her toilet, and beginning to unpin._ _Enter +Don Julio+._ +Don J.+ Blanca, I thought you had been abed ere this. Have you had company to entertain you, And keep you up beyond your usual hour? +Blan.+ What company can I have, you abroad, At this time of the night? +Don J.+ I fain would find out some such as might please you. [_Ironically._ Francisca, take a candle and light me in To Blanca's closet. +Blan.+ Good brother, what's the matter? You were not wont to be so curious, As thus to pry into my privacies. +Don J.+ That you shall know anon. Do as I bid you, Francisca. [_+Francisca+ takes one of the candles, and going before him stumbles, and falling puts out the light. +Don Julio+, taking it up, lights it again at the other on the table, and going with it himself towards +Donna Blanca's+ closet._ These tropes are lost on me. [_Exit._ +Fran.+ Let him go, now we have gain'd time enough. +Blan.+ Thanks to thy timely fall! +Fran.+ Persons employ'd In such trusts must have their wits about them. 'Tis clear that he suspects, but know--he cannot. When once you see all safe, 'twill then import you To play the tyrant over him, with reproaches For this his jealousy. +Blan.+ Let me alone for that. But let us follow him in, that we may mark His whole demeanour. [_Exeunt._ _Enter +Don Zancho+ in disorder._ +Don Z.+ Curse on't, the entry-door's bolted within, What shall I do? [_He pauses._] I must seek a way, Through the perfuming-room into the garden. [_Exit._ _Enter +Don Julio+, with a candle in his hand, and passing hastily over the stage._ +Don J.+ He must be gone this way, there is no other; The entry-door was bolted. _Enter +Donna Blanca+ and +Francisca+, who pass over the stage, as if stealing after +Don Julio+._