Don _John._ Very well; you see Don _Guzman_ in this Apartment, you see your Wife naked, and you see me, my Sword in my Hand;--that's all. Don _Ped._ [_Drawing upon Don ~Guz~._] 'Tis here, then, I am to revenge my Wrongs. Don _Guz._ Hold. Don _Ped._ Villain, defend thyself. _Leo._ O Heaven! Don _Guz._ Yet hear me. Don _Ped._ What canst thou say? Don _Guz._ The Truth, as holy Heaven itself is Truth! I heard the Shrieks and Cries of _Leonora_; what the Occasion was I knew not; but she repeated them with so much Vehemence, I found, whatever her Distress might be, her Succour must be sudden; so leapt the Wall that parts our Houses, and flew to her Assistance. Don _John_ can, if he please, inform you more. Don _Ped._ [_Aside._] Mankind's a Villain, and this may be true; yet 'tis too monstrous for a quick Conception. I shou'd be cautious how I wrong Don _John_. Sure 'tis not right to balance. I yet have but their Words against their Words; I know Don _John_ for my Friend, and _Guzman_ for my Rival. What can be clearer? Yet hold! If _Leonora_'s innocent, she may untangle all. Madam, I shou'd be glad to know (if I have so much Interest left) which Way your Evidence will point my Sword. _Leo._ My Lord, I'm in the same Perplexity with you: All I can say is this; one of them came to force me, t'other to save me: but the Night confounding the Villainy of the Guilty with the Generosity of the Innocent, I still am ignorant to which I owe my Gratitude, or my Resentment. Don _Guz._ But, Madam, did you not hear me cry, I came to help you? _Leo._ I own it. Don _John._ And did you not hear me threaten to destroy the Author of your Fears? _Leo._ I can't deny it. Don _Guz._ What can there be more to clear me? Don _John._ Or me? Don _Ped._ Yet one's a Villain still. [_Aside._] My Confusion but increases; yet why confus'd? It is, it must be _Guzman_. But how came Don _John_ here? Right. _Guzman_ has said how he came to her Aid, but _Alvarada_ cou'd not enter but by Treason. Then perish---- Don _Guz._. Who? Don _John._ Who? Don _Ped._ Just Gods, instruct me who! _Don. ~Felix~ knocks._ Don _Fel._ [_Within._] Let me in, open the Door. _Leo._ 'Tis my Father. Don _Ped._ No Matter; keep the Door fast. [_Aside._] I'll have this Matter go no further, till I can reach the Depth on't. Don _Guzman_, leave the House; I must suspend my Vengeance for a Time. Don _Guz._ I obey you; but I'll lose my Life, or shew my Innocence. [_Exit Don ~Guz~._ Don _Fel._ [_Within._] Open the Door; why am I kept out? Don _Ped._ Don _John_, follow me by this back Way. And you, _Leonora_, retire. [_Exit ~Leonora~._ Don _John._ [_Aside, following Don ~Ped~._] If Don _Guzman_'s Throat were cut, would not this Bustle end?--Yes----Why then, if his Throat be not cut, may this Bustle end me! [Illustration] +ACT+ IV.