+SCENE+ _changes to ~Leonora~'s Bed-Chamber; discovers ~Leonora~ in a Gown, holding Don ~John~ by the Sleeve._ _Leo._ Whoever you are, Villain, you shan't escape me; and tho' your Efforts have been in vain, you shan't fail to receive the Recompence of your Attempt: Help, ho, help there! help! [_Don ~John~ breaks from her, but can't find the Door._ Don _John._ [_Aside._] S'death, I shall be undone! Where is this damn'd Door? _Leo._ He'll get away: a Light there, quickly. _Enter Don ~Guzman~ with his Sword drawn._ Don _Guz._ Where are you, fair Angel? I come to lose my Life in your Defence. Don _John._ [_Aside._] That's _Guzman_'s Voice? The Devil has sent him: But we are still in the dark; I have one _Tour_ yet--Impudence, be my Aid. Light there, ho! Where is the Villain that durst attempt the virtuous _Leonora_. Don _Guz._ His Life shall make her Satisfaction. Don _John._ Or mine shall fall in his pursuit. Don _Guz._ 'Tis by my Hands that she shall see him die. Don _John._ My Sword shall lay him bleeding at her Feet. _Leo._ [_Aside._] What can this mean? But here's Light at last, thank the just bounteous Heaven. Don _John._ Enter with the Light there; but secure the Door, lest the Traitor 'scape my Vengeance. _Enter Don ~Pedro~, with a Light, he finds ~Leonora~ between them; both their Swords drawn._ _Leo._ O Heavens! what is't I see? Don _John._ Don _Pedro_ here! Don _Ped._ What monstrous Scene is this? [_Aside._ Don _Guz._ What Accident has brought him here? [_Aside._ Don _John._ How I'm intrigu'd, indeed. [_Aside._ [_Don ~Pedro~ steps back and shuts the Door._ Don _Ped._ [_Aside._] This Mystery must unfold before we part. What Torments has my Fate provided me? Is this the Comfort I'm to reap, to dry my Tears, for my poor Father's death? [_To ~Leo~._] Ah _Leonora_! _Leo._ [_Aside._] Alas! where will this end! [_Falling into a Chair._ Don _Ped._ [_Aside._] Naked! and thus attended at the dead of Night! My Soul is froze at what I see. Confusion sits in all their Faces, and in large Characters I read the Ruin of my Honour and my Love. [_To the Men._] Speak, Statues, if you yet have Power to speak, why at this Time of Night you are found with _Leonora_?----None speak! Don _John_, it is from you I ought to know. Don _John._ My Silence may inform you. Don _Ped._ Your Silence does inform me of my Shame, but I must have some Information more; explain the whole. Don _John._ I shall. You remember, Don _Pedro_---- Don _Ped._ Be quick. Don _John._ You remember you charged me before you went---- Don _Ped._ I remember well; go on. Don _John._ With the Care of your Honour. Don _Ped._ I did; dispatch.