+Don J.+ What frenzy's this, Fernando? was't not you Engaged me to effect the marriage? Sure, w'are all Bewitch'd. +Don F.+ Stay, my Don Julio, stay, And let Don Pedro have patience but to hear me-- 'Tis true; but you know well upon what grounds: Those are quite chang'd by my having overheard All that hath pass'd; for my Elvira, Julio, Proves spotless in her faith, as in her beauty, And I the only guilty, to have doubted. What have I then to do, but here to prostrate Myself at her offended father's feet, And beg his pardon? that obtain'd, t' implore His help to gain me hers, as to a person In whom respect for him hath always held Proportion with my passion for his daughter. +Don P.+ You know, Don Julio, when I spake with you, The terms of estimation and respect, Wherewith I mention'd t' ye this gentleman; And, therefore, since in his address t' Elvira There was no other fault, but making it Unknown to me, and that I see his thoughts Are truly noble, honour thus engaged, That ought to be forgot, and I to think Myself most happy in such a son-in-law. But where's Elvira? +Don F.+ She's there within, where I dare not appear Before her, knowing now such guilt upon me. If Blanca would employ her interest And eloquence, perhaps she might prevail To get her hither, when she shall have told her What changes a few minutes' time have wrought. +Blan.+ I never went on a more pleasing errand. [_Exit +Blanca+._ +Fran.+ I am struck dumb with wonder. [_Exit._ +Don F.+ Now Blanca is away, I'll take this time To spare her blushes, Julio, and tell you, Though I have broke one marriage for Don Zancho, You needs must give me leave to make another; To which, unless I'm very much deceiv'd, You'll find on neither part repugnancy. +Don J.+ I understand you; and I thank the gods They did not make me understand the wrong, Till they have made it none, since I observe Don Zancho's looks joining in your desires. +Don Z.+ A heart so full of love, as mine for Blanca, Does best express itself when it speaks least. _Enter +Donna Blanca+, +Donna Elvira+, and +Francisa.+ +Elvira+ casts herself at her father's feet._ +Elv.+ Now that the justice of the gods at length Hath clear'd me from suspicions derogatory To th' honour of your blood, I hope a cloister May expiate my fault as to a father. +Don P.+ Rise, child. The enclosure I condemn you to [_Raising her._ Is Don Fernando's arms: give him your hand. +Elv.+ 'Tis yours, sir, to dispose of, I confess, And if it be your will, I must submit; But let him know, who could suspect Elvira, She never could be his but by obedience. +Don F.+ I am thunderstruck. [_+Elvira+ giving him her hand._