+Don. F.+ This last dissimulation moves me more Than all the rest; but yet it must not alter What honour hath inspir'd. See, how she lies, And how, scarce brought to life from her dismay, She resumes scorn, to have been sav'd by me! But multiply what injuries thou wilt, Perfidious maid, thou shalt not disappoint Fernando of the glory that he aims at: Of making thy proud heart, Elvira, owe Its happiness to him. But I hear again [_He peeps_ A noise without--It is Don Zancho, And I see Blanca coming towards him. This falls out luckily, that I may hear What passes; for certainly their meeting Avowedly thus can be no other subject, But what Don Julio has proposed to Blanca. [_Exit as to hearken._ _Enter +Don Julio+ and +Don Pedro+, as in the garden._ +Don J.+ That's all the remedy, that in these cases The wisest can propose unto themselves: His fortune's strait, 'tis true. +Don P.+ That's what I least regard in this occasion, So honour be but safe: the less they have, The more will be her penance for her folly. But should Don Zancho, upon any umbrage From what has pass'd between them, prove so insolent As to reject the marriage, then I trust-- +Don J.+ O, say no more of that: rely upon't, Should he be guilty of that horrid outrage, This sword should pierce his heart, though th' only friend I have i' the world should interpose his own. And, sir, to let you see my frank proceeding, Come along with me; I'll bring you to a place Where, jointly overhearing all that passes 'Twixt him and Blanca, should he play the villain, His life may pay for't, ere he stir from thence. +Don P+. May heaven repay such generous acts of friendship! [_Exeunt._ _Enter +Don Zoncho+, and +Fernando+ appears as behind the door._ +Don Z.+ For her so suddenly and so avowedly To send for me hither, is very strange: What can it mean? _Enter +Blanca+._ +Blan.+ Now lend me temper, Heaven, but for a moment, Till calmly I have drawn him to pronounce The sentence of his own too noble death For such a traitor-- [_Aside._ I think you come not without some surprise, [_To him with an affected cheerfulness._ Don Zancho, at my sending for you so: But let's sit down, for I have much to say t' ye. [_She takes him by the hand and seats him in one chair, and she sits herself in the other close to him on his right hand, and fumbles in her sleeve._ I'm so well plac'd I cannot miss the mark. [_Aside._ +Don Z.+ Good madam, what's the matter? for I see Disorder in you: put me out of pain.