Don _Fel._ We all know, Don _John_, some by their own Experience, some by that of others, how nice a Gentleman's Honour is, and how easily tarnish'd; an _Eclaircissement_ manag'd with Prudence, often prevents Misfortunes, that, perhaps, might be upon the Point of attending us. I have thought it my Duty to acquaint you, that I have seen your Designs upon my Daughter: You pass Nights entire under her Window, as if you were searching an Opportunity to get into my House; there is nobody in the Town but has taken Notice of your Proceedings; you give the Publick a Subject for disadvantageous Discourse; and tho' in reality _Leonora_'s Virtue receives no Prejudice by it, her Reputation daily runs some Risque. My Years have taught me to judge right of Things; and yet, I have not been able to decide what your End can be; you can't regard my Daughter on a foot of Gallantry; you know her Virtue, and my Birth too well; and for a Wife you seem to have no Thought, since you have yet made no Demand to me: What then is your Intention? You have heard, perhaps, I have hearken'd to a Gentleman of _Toledo_, a Man of Merit. I own I have, and I expect him daily here; but, Don _John_, if 'tis that which hinders you from declaring in form, I'll ease you of a great deal of Trouble, which the Customs of the World impose upon these Occasions, and, in a Word, I'll break with him, and give you _Leonora_. _Lop._ Good. [_Aside._ Don _Fel._ You don't answer me! What is't that troubles you? Don _John._ That I have been such a Sot, old Gentleman, to hear you with so much Patience. [_Rising._ Don _Fel._ How, Don! I'm more astonish'd at your Answer, than I was with your Silence. Don _John._ Astonish'd! Why han't you talk'd to me of Marriage? He asks me to marry, and wonders what I complain of! Don _Fel._ 'Tis well----'tis well, Don _John_, the Outrage is violent! You insult me in your own House. But, know, Sir---- [_Rising._ Don _John._ But, know, Sir, there needs no Quarrel, if you please, Sir; I like your Daughter very well; but for marrying her----_Serviteur_. Don _Fel._ Don _Guzman de Torrellas_ has not less Merit than you, Don. Don _John._ Agreed; what then? Don _Fel._ And yet I have refus'd him my Daughter. Don _John._ Why then, you have used him better than you have done me, which I take very unkindly. Don _Fel._ I have us'd you, Sir---- Don _John._ Us'd me, Sir? you have us'd me very ill, to come into my own House to seduce me. Don _Fel._ What Extravagance! Don _John._ What Persecution! Don _Fel._ Am I then to have no other Answer? Don _John._ Methinks, you have enough in all Conscience. Don _Fel._ Promise me, at least, you'll cease to love my Daughter. Don _John._ I won't affront your Family so far, neither. _Lop._ I'gad my Master shines to-day.