[_Aside._ Don _Guz._ But more; my Passion for this Lady is not hid; all _Valencia_ is acquainted with my Wishes, and approves my Choice. You alone, Don _John de Alvarada_, seeming ignorant of my Vows, dare traverse my Amour. Don _John._ Go on. _Lop._ These Words import War; lie close, _Lopez_. [_Aside._ Don _Guz._ You are the _Argus_ of our Street and the Spy of _Leonora_; whether _Diana_ by her borrow'd Light supplies the Absence of the _Astrea_ of Day, or that the Shades of Night cover the Earth with impenetrable Darkness; you still attend till _Aurora_'s Return, under the Balcony of that adorable Beauty. Don _John._ So? Don _Guz._ Wherever she moves, you still follow as her Shadow, at Church, at Plays: Be her Business with Heaven or Earth, your Importunity is such, you'll share it. _Lop._ He is a forward Fellow, that's the Truth on't. [_Aside._ Don _Guz._ But what's still farther, you take the Liberty to copy me; my Words, my Actions, every Motion is no sooner mine, but your's. In short, you ape me, Don; and to that point, I once design'd to stab myself, and try if you wou'd follow me in that too. _Lop._ No, there the Monkey wou'd have left you. [_Aside._ Don _Guz._ But to conclude. Don _John._ 'Tis Time. Don _Guz._ My Patience, Don, is now no more; and I pronounce, that if henceforth I find you under _Leonora_'s Window, who never wish'd, fond Man, to see you there; I, by the ways of Honour, shall fix you in another Station. I leave you to consider on't.----Farewel. [_Exit ~Don~ Guz._ Don _John._ Hold, Sir, we had e'en as good do this honourable Deed now. _Re-enter ~Lopez~._ _Lop._ No, pray, Sir, let him go, and maybe you mayn't have Occasion to do it at all. Don _John._ I thought at first the Coxcomb came upon another Subject, which wou'd have embarrassed me much more. _Lop._ Now this was a Subject wou'd have embarrass'd me enough in all Conscience. Don _John._ I was afraid he came to forbid me seeing his Sister, _Isabella_, with whom I'm upon very good Terms. _Lop._ Why, now, that's a hard Case, when you have got a Man's Sister, you can't leave him his Mistress. Don _John._ No, Changeling, I hate him enough, to love every Woman that belongs to him: and the Fool has so provok'd me by this Threatning, that I believe I shall have a Stroke at his Mother, before I think myself even with him. _Lop._ A most admirable way to make up Accounts, truly! Don _John._ A Son of a Whore! s'death, I did not care Sixpence for the Slut before, but now I'll have her Maidenhead in a Week, for fear the Rogue shou'd marry her in ten Days.