Don _Guz._ I see your Surprize, Sir, but you need not be disturb'd; 'twas some sudden Business with my Sister brought me here. Don _Fel._ 'Tis enough, Sir: I'm glad to find you here; you shall be a Witness, that I know how to preserve the Honour of my Family. Don _Guz._ What mean you, Sir? Don _Fel._ To marry _Leonora_ this Moment. Don _Guz._ How say you? Don _Fel._ I say, you shall have nothing left to ask of me. Don _Guz._ Is't possible? O Heavens! what Joy I feel! Don _Fel._ _Leonora_, prepare your Hand and Heart. _Leo._ They both are ready, Sir; and in giving me the Man I love, you charge me with a Debt of Gratitude can never be repay'd. Don _Guz._ [_Kneeling._] Upon my Knees, I thank the best of Men, for blessing me with all that's blest in Woman. _Isab._ How well that kind, that gentle Look becomes him! _Jacin._ Now, methinks he looks like an old Rogue; I don't like his Looks. [_Aside._ _Enter ~Lopez~._ _Lop._ To all whom it may concern, greeting, Don _Pedro Osorio_, acknowledging himself most unworthy of the Honour intended him, in the Person of the fair _Leonora_, addresses himself, by me, his small Ambassador, to the Generosity of Don _Felix_, for leave to walk in and take Possession. Don _Fel._ I had already given Order for his Entrance. Don _Guz._ What is't I hear? _Leo._ Support me. _Isab._ She faints. Don _Guz._ Look, Tyrant, here, and, if thou can'st, be cruel! [_Holding her._ Don _Fel._ Bring in Don _Pedro_. Don _Guz._ Barbarian! _Jacin._ Look up, Madam, for Heaven's sake; since you must marry the Fellow, e'en make the most on't. _Leo._ Hoh---- _Enter Don ~Pedro~ and Don ~John~._ _Jacin._ So----How d'ye do now? Come, chear up. See, here he comes. By my Troth, and a pretty turn'd Fellow. [_Aside._] He'll set all to rights by to-morrow Morning, I'll answer for him. Don _Fel._ Don _Pedro_, you are welcome; let me embrace you. Don _Ped._ In what Terms, Sir, shall I express what I owe you for the Honour you do me? And with what Prospect of Return can I receive this inestimable Present? Your Picture, Madam, made what Impression Art cou'd stamp, but Nature has done more. What Wounds your Sex can give, or ours receive, I feel. Don _Fel._ Come, Son, (for I'm in haste to call you so)----But what's this I see? ~Alvarada~ here! Whence, Sir, this Insolence; to come within my Doors, after you know what has past? Who brought you here? Don _Ped._ 'Twas I, Sir. Don _Fel._ But do you know that he---- Don _Ped._ Sir, he's the best of my Friends. Don _Fel._ But do you know, I say, that he wou'd---- Don _Ped._ Hinder this Marriage, 'tis true. Don _Fel._ Yes, because he design'd---- Don _Ped._ I know his Design, Sir; 'tis to hinder all his Friends from marrying. Pray forgive him.