_Lop._ O! to a good-natur'd Man, be sure there must; but, suppose, instead of 'fending and proving with his Mistress, he shou'd come to----a----parrying and thrusting with you; what becomes of your Joy, then, my noble Master? Don _John._ Why, do you think I'm afraid to fight, you Rascal? _Lop._ I thought we were talking of what we lov'd, not what we fear'd, Sir. Don _John._ Sir, I love every Thing that leads to what I love most. _Lop._ I know, Sir, you have often fought upon these Occasions. Don _John._ Therefore, that has been no stop to my Pleasures. _Lop._ But you have never been kill'd once, Sir; and when that happens, you will for ever lose the Pleasure of---- Don _John._ [_Striking him._] Breaking your Head, you Rascal, which will afflict me heartily. See who knocks so hard. [_Knocking._ _Lop._ Somebody that thinks I can hear no better than you think I can feel. _Enter Don ~Guzman~._ Don _Guz._ Don _John de Alvarada_, is he here? _Lop._ There's the Man. Shew me such another, if you can find him. [_Aside._ Don _Guz._ Don _John_, I desire to speak with you alone. Don _John._ You may speak before this Fellow, Sir; he's trusty. Don _Guz._ 'Tis an Affair of Honour, Sir. Don _John._ Withdraw, _Lopez_. _Lop._ Behind the Door I will, and no farther. [_Aside._] This Fellow looks as if he came to save me a broken Head. [_~Lopez~ retires._ Don _Guz._ I call myself _Don Guzman de Torrellas_; you know what Blood I spring from; I am a Cadet, and by consequence, not rich; but I am esteem'd by Men of Honour: I have been forward to expose myself in Battles abroad, and I have met with Applause in our Feasts at home. _Lop._ So much by way of Introduction. [_Aside._ Don _John._ I understand your Merit, Sir, and shou'd be glad to do as much by your Business. Don _Guz._ Give Attention, and you'll be instructed. I love _Leonora_, and from my Youth have done so. Long she rejected my Sighs, and despised my Tears, but my Constancy at last hath vanquish'd. I have found the way to her Heart, and nothing is wanting to compleat my Joy, but the Consent of her Father, whom I cannot yet convince, that the Wants in my Fortune are recompens'd by the Merits of my Person. _Lop._ He's a very dull Fellow, indeed. [_Aside._ Don _Guz._ In the mean while, the Object of my Vows is a sharer in my Grief, and the only Cordial we have is the Pleasure of a secret Conversation, thro' a small Breach I have made in a thin Partition that divides our Lodgings. I trust you, Don _John_, with this important Secret; Friend or Enemy, you are noble, therefore keep it; I charge your Honour with it. _Lop._ You cou'd not put it in better Hands.