_Bep._ I saw the body borne away. My mistress weeps and tears her hair, nor deems that he was false. I must to the church, but will return again immediately. [_Exit._ _Ant._ Now could I weep, and tear my hair, like Donna Serafina. My secret is worth nothing. 'Tis strange, too, that he should be o'ermatched by Don Perez, whose sword he so despised; I cannot yet believe it; and yet, she saw the body, and her mistress weeps. What can she gain by this, if 'twere deceit? Nothing. Why, then, 'tis plain Don Gaspar's dead. His foot slipped, I suppose, and thus the vaunted skill of years will often fail through accident. What's to be done now? I'm executor of course. Here comes Don Felix. _Enter Don Felix._ _Felix._ Art thou the lacquey of Don Gaspar? _Ant._ (_pulling out his handkerchief, and putting it to his eyes_). I was, most noble sir. _Felix._ You've left him then? _Ant._ He hath left me. Last night he fell, in combat with Don Perez. _Felix._ 'Tis false. He hath slain my friend, whose body now lies in my house. _Ant._ Indeed, sir! may I credit this? _Felix._ I tell you it is true. Where can a message find your master? _Ant._ Wherever he may be, sir. _Felix._ And where is that? Trifle not with me, knave, or you'll repent it sorely. _Ant._ I do not trifle, sir. Don Gaspar's motions are unknown to me. Give me your message; when he re-appears I will deliver it. _Felix._ Then tell him he's a villain of no parentage; a vile impostor whom I mean to punish;--that if there's manhood in him he will appoint a time and place where we may meet. _Ant._ You seek his life then? _Felix._ You may so construe by the message. _Ant._ Pardon me, sir; but will you risk your noble person against one but too well practised in the sword? Excuse me, sir, you're hasty: there are other means more fitting for your purpose. I have his secret; one that will administer to your revenge, and win a triumph far greater than your sword. _Felix._ Tell me this secret. _Ant._ Why should I sacrifice a liberal master, whom, just now, you saw me weep for? and that to one to whom I have no obligation? _Felix._ I understand thee, knave! Thou'lt sell it me? (_Takes out a purse._) _Ant._ Softly, Don Felix! it bears no common price, nor can I tell it here. I've paid most dearly for it, and from distress alone am now obliged to sell it. _Felix._ And I will buy it dearly. In half an hour come to my house; there will I exchange a heavy purse for what you may confide to me, if, as you say, it leads to his perdition. [_Exit Felix._