Don _Fel._ Then to prevent for ever his Designs here, come hither, _Leonora_, and give Don _Pedro_ your Hand. Don _John._ Keep down, my kindling Jealousy: I've something tortures me I never felt but now. [_Aside._ Don _Ped._ [_To ~Leo~._] Why this Backwardness, Madam? Where a Father chooses, a Daughter may with Modesty approve. Pray, give me your Hand. Don _Guz._ I cannot see it. [_Turning from 'em._ Don _Fel._ [_To ~Leo.~ aside._] Are you distracted? Will you let him know your Folly? Give him your Hand, for Shame. _Leo._ Hoh! Don _Guzman_, I am yours. [_Sighing, and giving carelesly her Hand._ Don _Guz._ Madam! [_Turning._ Don _Fel._ What a fatal Slip! [_Aside._ _Leo._ 'Twas not to you I spoke, Sir. Don _Ped._ But him it was she nam'd, and thought on too, I fear. I'm much alarm'd. Don _Fel._ [_To ~Leo~._] Repair what you have done, and look more chearful on him. _Leo._ Repair what you have done, and kill me. Don _Fel._ Fool. _Leo._ Tyrant. _Jacin._ A very hum-drum Marriage this. [_Aside._ Don _Guz._ Pray, Sister, let's retire; for I can bear this Sight no longer. _Isab._ My Dear, farewel; I pity you, indeed. _Leo._ I am indeed an Object of your Pity. [_Exit Don ~Guz.~ and ~Isab.~_ Don _Fel._ Come, Daughter, come, my Son, let's to the Church, and tie this happy Knot. Don _Ped._ I'll wait upon you, Sir. [_Exit Don ~Fel.~ leading ~Leo.~_ Don _John._ I love her, and I'll love her still. Fate do thy worst, I'll on. [_Aside._ Don _Ped._ To name another Man, in giving me her Hand! Don _John._ [_Aside._] How am I rackt and torn with Jealousy? Don _Ped._ 'Tis doubtless so, Don Guzman has her Heart. [_Aside._ Don _John._ [_Aside._] The Bridegroom's thoughtful. The Lady's Trip has furnish'd him with some Matrimonial Reflections: They'll agree with him at this Time perhaps, better than my Company. I'll leave him. Don _Pedro_, adieu, we shall meet again at Night. Don _Ped._ Pray stay: I have need of a Friend's Counsel. Don _John._ What, already! Don _Ped._ Already. Don _John._ That's to say, you have already enough of Matrimony. Don _Ped._ I scarce know what I have, nor am I sure of what I am. _Enter ~Lopez~._ _Lop._ An't please your Honour, yonder's your Man _Bertrand_ just arriv'd; his Horse and he are so tired of one another, that they both came down upon the Pavement at the Stable-Door. Don _Ped._ [_To Don ~John~._] He brings News from my Father.