+Fran.+ Beyond imagination; But take heed now of overdoing it, 'Tis time to tack about to reconcilement, And thought of drawing those advantages From the embroilment, as may for the future Secure you from like accidents. +Blan.+ You say well; but how? +Fran.+ The first step must atonement be between you, Of which he hath so earnestly conjur'd me To be an instrument that, you consenting To give him a hearing through my mediation, I am made for ever, and settled in the power Of serving you by better cosening him: Besides, he tells me, he hath that to say And to propose unto you, as shall not only Excuse him with you, but prevent all danger Of prejudicial rumours, which might rise From last night's accident. +Blan.+ Agreed; let's in, And play the second part. [_Exeunt._ _Enter +Don Zancho+ and +Chichon+, as in his own house._ +Don Z.+ Were we not born with cauls upon our heads?[19] [_Jollily._ Think'st thou, Chichon, to come off twice a-row Thus rarely from such dangerous adventures? +Chi.+ Rather, I think, with combs, so oft to venture. +Don Z.+ Thou coxcomb, say, had I not my wits about me? +Chi.+ 'Twere too uncomplaisant to deny that. You know I love not to talk seriously, But tell me now in earnest, are you satisfied To have come off so? is there no qualm remaining Upon your gentle heart for leaving i' th' suds A poor distressed virgin? Who she is, I neither know nor care; but I am sure, Had generous Chichon, to save his life, Play'd a sweet innocent lady such a trick, He would have pass'd but for a recreant knight; And much the more, she having shown herself So gallant as, to save her lady's honour, T' expose her own. Say, true Don Galor,[20] say, Were your part found in a romance or play, Whose character would it not dislustre? +Don Z.+ How soon a fool's bolt's shot without distinction? Of what's the mark! Thou censur'st without knowing, Who th' exposed lady is. Know, then, Chichon, And wonder! 'tis Elvira!--that Elvira For whom I sighed like to have sigh'd my last, On her score at Madrid--Don Pedro's daughter. +Chi.+ You raise enchanted castles in the air; But were it as you say, that makes the thing More inexcusable. You had been to blame T' have us'd a stranger so; but so t' have serv'd A lady[21] you had once profess'd to love, Raises the fault above all heightening.