+Don Z.+ [_continuing_] I, scarce believing the thing possible, Urg'd my intelligencer to do for me That which her lady for another did, And to admit me to her chamber where, By being eye-witness of her lady's actions, I might transfer my entire love to herself. She granted my request, and late one night, Somewhat before the gallant's usual hour, She brought me a back-way up to[24] her chamber, Within Elvira's. My stay had not been long, When, having found the truth of what she'd told me, Converting rage into appearing kindness To my informer, and expressing it Uncautiously, we made a sudden noise, With which Elvira alarm'd, and coming in, Follow'd by Don Fernando, that fell out, Which you have heard before. [_+Don Julio+ beckoning +Don Pedro+ after him, passing over one corner of the stage._ +Don J.+ By this time, I suppose, she will have made The proposition to the full, and we Shall come at the just time to hear his answer. [_Exeunt +Don Pedro+ and +Don Julio+._ +Don Z.+ [_Continuing._] If since that hour I have ever seen Or thought upon her, till last night's surprise, May I for ever perish: and methinks The use of that to your advantage Might challenge from you a more just construction. +Blan.+ I told you at first, I came not here to argue, But to conclude. Say, will you marry her? [_+Don Julio+ and +Don Pedro+ peep out as from behind the hanging._ +Don J.+ W'are come, you see, just as we could have wish'd. [_Aside._ +Don P.+ His fate hangs on his lips. [_Aside._ +Don Z.+ You are mistress of your words and actions, madam, And may use me as you please; but this hand Shall sooner pierce this heart than e'er be given In marriage to Elvira. [_+Don Pedro+ and +Don Julio+ rush in with their swords and daggers drawn, and +Don Zancho+ draws too._ +Don P.+ Then, villain, die! Heav'n is too weak to save thee By any other means. [_+Don Fernando+ draws, and rushing out._ +Don F.+ But here is one that shall-- Or all by his side. +Don P.+ O heavens! what's this? Don Fernando Solis protecting him! Nay, then the whole world conspires against my honour. +Blan.+ For heaven's sake, gentlemen! [_+Blanca+ runs in between._ +Chi.+ Now, by my grandame's pantable,[25] 'tis pretty! [_From behind._ I'll brush their coats, if once it come to fighting. Fernando's of our side. +Francisca+, _and +Chichon+ with a long broom, run out also from behind the hanging._