+Don J.+ I am hard put to't: help, wit, to bring us off. [_Aside._ Be as distemper'd as you please, Don Pedro, It shall not alter me! but yet methinks It would not ill become your gravity, To think a while, before you make a judgment, And rashly frame injurious conclusions From things, wherein a friend has merited from you. Do but consider, and then say, what Julio Could do of more advance to what you wish, Than, having found your daughter, to have brought her To his own house, where she might be with honour Accompanied, and serv'd as such by Blanca, Until such time as, things maturely weigh'd, You should a final resolution take. And since Don Zancho's being here last night, I see 's no secret t' ye, methinks you ought T' have been so just to me, as to believe That, since I admitted him within these walls, It was in order to the serving you. +Don P.+ Noble Don Julio, you must pity have Of an old man's distemper in affliction. I see I was in the wrong; pray, pardon it. +Don J.+ O, this is more than needs. And now, good sir, If you'll be pleas'd to walk a turn or two I' the garden, I'll there give you a full account How I have laid things for your satisfaction. +Don P.+ I'll wait on you. +Don J.+ Go, sir, there lies your way; And you, boy, fail not, when Don Zancho comes, [_Turning to the Page._ To give me notice of it in the garden. [_Exeunt._ _Enter +Don Zancho+, and passes over the stage with +Chichon+ after him: and enter +Francisca+, and pulling +Chichon+, stays him._ +Fran.+ Stay, stay, Chichon, a word w' ye: it imports-- [_She whispers with him._ +Chi.+ I hope you are not in earnest. +Fran.+ By my soul, I am-- There is no other way, but for us both To get up the back-way, and there to watch The time to interpose. +Chi.+ Can she be such a fury? her looks are All milk and honey. +Fran.+ You cannot fancy anything so tragic, But she is capable of executing, When once provok'd in point of love and honour Beyond her bounds of temper. +Chi.+ Lead the way-- I'll have the pleasure to bold up the fright [_Aside._ She's in, since I am sure there is no danger, Knowing, as I do, my master's mind towards Blanca: Besides, 'tis to be hop'd, that these disorders May produce somewhat that may put an end To my master's quarrel, or afford me means To give Fernando his letter. [_Exeunt._ _Enter +Don Fernando+, +Elvira+ lying upon the couch in the private apartment._