Don _Ped._ I wou'd not stop it; but cou'd I gently turn its Course where it might run, and vent itself with Innocence, I wou'd. _Leonora_ of herself is virtuous; her Birth, Religion, Modesty and Sense, will guide her Wishes where they ought to point. But yet, let Guards be what they Will, that Place is safest that is ne'er attack'd. Don _John._ As far as I can serve you, in hind'ring _Guzman_'s Approaches, you may command me. Don _Ped._ That's all I ask. Don _John._ Then all you ask is granted. Don _Ped._ I am at ease, farewel. Don _John._ Heaven bring you safe to us again. [_Exit Don ~Ped~._ _Don ~John~ solus._ Yes, I shall observe her, doubt it not. I wish no body may observe me, for I find I'm no more Master of myself. Don _Guzman_'s Passion for her adds to mine; but when I think on what Don _Pedro_ will reap, I'm Fire and Flame. Something must be done: What, let Love direct, for I have nothing else to guide me. _Enter ~Lopez~._ _Lop._ [_Aside._] Don _Pedro_ is mounting for his Journey, and leaves a young, warm, liquorish Hussy with a watry Mouth, behind him----Hum--If she falls handsomely in my Master's Way, let her look to her----hist--there he is. Doing what? Thinking? That's new. And if any Good comes on't, that will be newer still. Don _John._ [_Aside._] How! Abuse the Trust a Friend reposes in me? And while he thinks me waking for his Peace, employ the stretch of Thought to make him wretched? _Lop._ Not to interrupt your pious Meditations, Sir, pray have you seen----Seen what, Fool? Why he can't see thee. I'gad, I believe the little blind Bastard has whipt him through the Heart in earnest. Don _John._ [_Aside._] _Pedro_ wou'd never have done this by me----How do I know that?----Why----he swore he was my Friend----Well; and I swore I was his----Why then if I find I can break my Oath, why should not I conclude he will do as much by his? _Lop._ [_Aside._] His Countenance begins to clear up: I suppose Things may be drawing to a Conclusion. Don _John._ [_Aside._] Ay, 'tis just so: And I don't believe he wou'd have debated the Matter half so long as I have done: I'gad I think I have put myself to a great Expence of Morality about it. I'm sure, at least, my Stock's out. But I have a Fund of Love, I hope may last a little longer. O, are you there, Sir! [_Seeing ~Lop~._ _Lop._ I think so, Sir; I won't be positive in any thing. Don _John._ Follow me: I have some Business to employ you in, you'll like. [_Exit Don ~John~._