[_Aside._ Don _Fel._ Know, Don, that I can bear no more. _Lop._ If he cou'd, I think there's no more to lay upon him. [_Aside._ Don _Fel._ If I find you continue to importune _Leonora_, I shall find a way to satisfy my offended Honour, and punish your Presumption. Don _John._ You shall do what you please to me, provided you don't marry me. Don _Fel._ Know, _Alvarada_, there are ways to revenge such outrageous Affronts as these. Don _John._ I won't marry. Don _Fel._ 'Tis enough. [_Exit Don ~Felix~._ _Re-enter ~Lopez~._ _Lop._ So; the old Fellow's gone at last, and has carry'd great Content along with him. [_Aside._ Don _John._ _Lopez_. _Lop._ Sir---- Don _John._ What dost think? He wou'd have marry'd me! _Lop._ Yes, he had found his Man. But you have been even with him. Don _John._ What! thou hast heard us then? _Lop._ Or I were no Valet: But, pray, what does your Honour intend to do now? Will you continue the Siege of a Place, where, 'tis probable, they will daily augment the Fortifications, when there are so many open Towns you may march into, without the Trouble of opening the Trenches. Don _John._ I am going, _Lopez_, to double my Attacks: I'll beat up her Quarters six Times a-night; I am now downright in Love: the Difficulties pique me to the Attempt, and I'll conquer or I'll die. _Lop._ Why, to confess the Truth, Sir, I find you much upon my Taste in this Matter: Difficulties are the Rocambole of Love; I never valu'd an easy Conquest in my life. To rouse my Fire; the Lady must cry out, as softly as ever she can, Have a Care, my Dear, my Mother has seen us: My Brothers suspect me; my Husband may surprize us: O, dear Heart, have a Care, I pray! Then, I play the Devil: But, when I come to a Fair-one, where I may hang up my Cloak upon a Peg, get into my Gown and Slippers-- Don _John._ Impudent Rogue! [_Aside._ _Lop._ See her stretch'd upon the Couch, in great Security, with--My Dear, come kiss me, we have nothing to fear--I droop, I yawn, I sleep. Don _John._ Well, Sir, whatever you do with your Fair-one, I am going to be very busy with mine; I was e'en almost weary of her, but _Guzman_ and this old Fellow have reviv'd my dying Fire; and so, have at her. _Lop._ 'Tis all mighty well, Sir; mighty well, Sir, as can be in the World. But, if you wou'd have the Goodness to consider _en passant_, or so, a little now and then about Swords and Daggers, and Rivals and old Fellows, and Pistols and great Guns, and such like Baubles, only now and then at leisure, Sir, not to interrupt Things of more Consequence. Don _John._ Thou art a cowardly Rascal, I have often consider'd that.