_Leo._ No, _Jacinta_; I must not speak with him any more. [_Sighing._] I'm married to another. _Jac._ Married to another! Well, Married to another; why, if one were married to twenty others, one may give a civil Gentleman an Answer. _Leo._ Alas! what would'st thou have me to say to him? _Jac._ Say to him! Why, one may find twenty Things to say to a Man: Say, that 'tis true you are married to another, and that 'twould be a--Sin to think of any Body but your Husband; and that----you are of a timorous Nature, and afraid of being damn'd; and that a----You wou'd not have him die neither: That a----Folks are mortal, and Things sometimes come strangely about, and a Widow's a Widow, and---- _Leo._ Peace, Levity [_Sighing._] But see who 'tis knocks. _Jac._ Who's there? _Isa._ [_Behind the Scenes._] 'Tis I, _Isabella_. _Leo._ _Isabella!_ What do you want, my Dear? _Isa._ Your Succour, for Heaven's sake, _Leonora_. My Brother will destroy himself. _Leo._ Alas! it is not in my power to save him. _Isa._ Permit him but to speak to you; that possibly may do. _Leo._ Why have not I the Force to refuse him? Don _Guz._ [_Behind the Scenes._] Is it you I hear, my poor lost Mistress? Am I so happy, once more to meet you, where I so often have been blest! _Jac._ Courage, Madam, say a little something to him. Don _Guz._ Not one kind Word to a distracted Lover? No Pity for a Wretch, you have made so miserable? _Leo._ The only Way to end that Misery, is to forget we ever thought of Happiness! Don _Guz._ And is that in your Power? Ah, _Leonora_, you ne'er lov'd like me. _Leo._ How I have lov'd, to Heaven I appeal! But Heaven does now permit that Love no more. Don _Guz._ Why does it then permit us Life and Thought? Are we deceiv'd in its Omnipotence? Is it reduc'd to find its Pleasures in its Creatures Pain? _Leo._ In what, or where, the Joys of Heaven consist, lies deeper than a Woman's Line can fathom; but this we know, a Wife must in her Husband seek for hers, and, therefore, I must think of you no more.----Farewel. [_Exit ~Leo~._ Don _Guz._ Yet hear me, cruel _Leonora_. _Jac._ It must be another Time, then, for she's whipt off now. All the Comfort I can give you, is, that I see she durst not trust herself any longer in your Company. But hush, I hear a Noise, get you gone; we shall be catch'd. _Leo._ [_Within._] _Jacinta!_ _Jac._ I come, I come, Madam. [_Exit ~Jac~._ _Enter ~Lopez~._