+Don J.+ Dear sister, stay, and hear me. +Blan.+ Detested brother, leave me. [_She makes as if she were going, and he holds her._ +Don J.+ Hear me but, Blanca, and then vent your passion Against a brother that condemns himself As much as you can do; but hear me speak. +Blan.+ Your actions, Julio, have spoke loud enough To echo through the world your shame and mine. Has all the tenor of my life been such, With such exactness of unblemish'd conduct, That malice might have stain'd the noonday sun More easily than tarnish'd Blanca's honour, And must that honour now be prostitute By the caprice of an unworthy brother? Should any other have invaded it, Had not you righted her, she has a heart Would have found ways to right herself; but you Th' aggressor, what remedy but rage? [_She flings from him and exit._ +Fran.+ She acts it rarely. [_Aside._ +Don. J.+ Was ever man so unfortunate as I? [_To +Francisca+._ I must confess she has reason, and the sense She thus expresses of my fault becomes her; But it must be your work, my dear Francisca, To pacify. When once you shall but know All that has pass'd these nights, I am certain You'll say no human confidence could e'er Be proof against such circumstances. +Fran.+ Alas! my offices can signify But little. But I'm sure the occasion Gives me a sad heart. O my dear lady! [_As if she were crying._ +Don J.+ I love good-nature; but I prythee, leave, And come in with me, that I may tell thee all. [_Exeunt._ _Enter +Don Pedro+ and +Fulvio+, as in his lodging._ +Don P.+ A' God's name, Fulvio, what has been thy meaning, To make me sit up almost all last night Expecting thee, when such impatience held me? Thou wert not wont to be so negligent In things of so great weight. +Fulv.+ Nor have I been it now: 'tis overcare Of your commands hath held me so long from you. You know the orders that you gave me, sir, To watch Don Zancho's motions? accordingly I sat all day in my observing-place, Till about twilight I saw him and 's man Steal as it were abroad: I as warily Dogg'd them from street to street, till, sir, at length He made a stand up close against a wall, Whilst that his servant entertain'd a woman Close-veil'd, who was come out, I think, on purpose, From an adjacent house; soon after, he Accosted her himself. Their conference Lasted but little; she made haste away To th' house from whence she came, and he as much To follow her in. +Don P.+ Where was't? and why cam'st thou not presently, To give me notice, as you were directed? +Fulv.+ At that you will not wonder, when you know Whose house he enter'd; but at this you'll wonder-- It was Don Julio's.