+ACT+ II. +SCENE+, _Leonora_'s Apartment. _Enter ~Leonora~, ~Isabella~, and ~Jacinta~._ _Leon._ Dear _Isabella_, come in: How I am plagu'd with this troublesome Wretch! _Jacinta_, have you shut the outer Gates? _Jacin._ I have, Madam. _Leo._ Shut the Window too; we shall have him get in there, by and bye. _Isab._ What's this you are in such Apprehensions of, pray? _Leo._ Nothing worth naming. _Isab._ You dissemble: Something of Love in the Case, I'll warrant you. _Leo._ The Reverse on't; 'tis Aversion. My Impertinent Star has furnish'd me with a Lover for my Guard, who is never from my Window; he persecutes me to Distraction; I affront him fifty Times a day; which he receives with a Bow down to the Ground: In short, all I can do, is doing nothing at all: He still persists in loving me, as much as I hate him. _Isab._ Have a Care he don't get the better on't, for all that; for when a Man loves a Woman well enough to persevere, 'tis odds but she at last loves him well enough to make him give it over. But I think I had as good take off my Scarf; for, since my Brother Don _Guzman_ knows I'm with you, he won't quarrel at my return, for the Length of my Visit. _Leo._ If he shou'd, I shou'd quarrel with him, which few Things else wou'd make me do. But methinks, _Isabella_, you are a little melancholy. _Isab._ And you a little thoughtful. _Leo._ Pray, tell me your Affliction. _Isab._ Pray don't conceal yours. _Leo._ Why, truly, my Heart is not at ease. _Isab._ Mine, I fear, never will. _Leo._ My Father's marrying me against my Inclination. _Isab._ My Brother is hind'ring me from marrying with mine. _Leo._ You know I love your Brother, Don _Guzman_. _Isab._ And you shall know, I'm uneasy for Don _John de Alvarada_. _Leo._ Don _John_! _Isab._ The same. _Leo._ Have you any Reason to hope for a Return? _Isab._ I think so. _Leo._ I'm afraid, my Dear, you abuse yourself. _Isab._ Why? _Leo._ Because he is already in Love with---- _Isab._ Who? _Leo._ Me. _Isab._ I wou'd not have you too positive in that, Madam, for I am very sure that---- _Leo._ Madam, I am very sure that he's the troublesome Guest I just now complain'd of: And you may believe---- _Isab._ Madam, I can never believe he's troublesome to any Body. _Leo._ O, dear Madam! But I'm sure I'm forc'd to keep my Windows shut, till I'm almost dead with Heat; and that, I think, is troublesome. _Isab._ This Mistake is easily set right, _Leonora_; our Houses join, and when he looks at my Window, you fancy 'tis at your's. _Leo._ But, when he attacks my Door, Madam, and almost breaks it down, I don't know how in the World to fancy 'tis your's. _Isab._ A Man may do that to disguise his real Inclination. _Leo._ Nay, if you please, believe he's dying for you. I wish he were; then I shou'd be troubled no more with him. Be sure, _Jacinta_, you don't open a Window to-night. _Isab._ Not while I'm here, at least; for if he knows that, he may chance to press in.