+Elv.+ I understand her, and I know as well What mischief I may bring upon myself; But let Elvira still do generously, And leave the rest to fate. [_Aside._] Sir, since you press me, [_To +Don Julio+._ My humour ne'er could disavow a truth: Don Zancho's passion and transportments for me, Beyond all rules of temper and discretion, Have been the cause of all my sad misfortunes, And still I see must be the cause of more. +Don J.+ Unhappy creature! how thou hast deceiv'd My prone persuasion of thy innocence! +Don Z.+ If that suffice not, sir, you have this ready To give you satisfaction. [_Holding out his sword._ +Don F.+ Hell and furies!--but I will yet contain Myself, and see how far my friend will drive it. [_Aside._ +Don J.+ Stay, Don Zancho, And answer me one question. Is this night The first of your presuming thus to enter My house by stealth? +Don Z.+ The query is malicious; But I must thorough, as I have begun. [_Aside._ +Blan.+ [_Aside to +Francisca+._] There was a question makes me tremble still. +Don Z.+ No, sir, it is not: I'll keep nothing from you. Last night upon the same occasion---- +Don J.+ Hold! it suffices. +Fran.+ [_Aside hastily to +Blanca+._] All's safe, you see: for God's sake, let's away Ere Julio perceive us. Your presence here can serve for nothing, madam, But to beget new chances and suspicions. [_Exeunt +Blanca+ and +Francisca+. +Don Fernando+ rushes out, drawing his sword._ +Don F.+ Yes, it suffices, Julio, to make This hand strike surer than it did before. +Elvira.+ Nothing was wanting to my misery, But his being here to overhear; but yet I must not suffer the same hand to kill him A second time, upon a greater error Than was the first. [_Aside. +Don Fernando+ making at +Don Zancho+; +Elvira+ steps between, and +Julia+ also offers to stay him._ +Don F.+ [_Striving to come at +Don Zancho+._] Strive to protect your gallant from me, do! Strive, but in vain: the gods themselves cannot! What, you, Don Julio, too? [+Chichon+, _running out from the place where he lurked, strikes out both the lights with his hat._ +Chi.+ I have lov'd to see fighting; but at present I love to hinder seeing how to fight. Knights, brandish your blades, 'twill make fine work Among the gallipots! [_Aloud._ You have me by your side, sir, let them come; They are but two to two. [_As to his master._ Sir, follow me, I'll bring you to the door. [_Aside to his master, and pulling him._