+SCENE+, _Don_ Guzman's _House_. _Enter Don ~Guzman~, and ~Galindo~._ Don _Guz._ _Galindo!_ [_Musing._ _Gal._ Sir. Don _Guz._ Try if you can see _Jacinta_, let her privately know I wou'd fain speak with her. _Gal._ It shall be done, Sir. [_Exit. ~Gal~._ _Don ~Guzman~ solus._ Sure Villainy and Impudence were never on the Stretch before! This Traitor has racked them till they crack. To what a Plunge the Villain's _Tour_ has brought me. _Pedro_'s Resentment must at last be pointed here: But that's a Trifle; had he not ruin'd me with _Leonora_, I easily had pass'd him by the rest.----What's to be done? Which Way shall I convince her of my Innocence? The Blood of him who has dar'd declare me Guilty, may satisfy my Vengeance, but not aid my Love. No; I'm lost with her for ever---- _Enter ~Jacinta~._ Speak: is't not so, _Jacinta_? Am I not ruin'd with the virtuous _Leonora_? _Jacin._ One of you, I suppose, is. Don _Guz._ Which dost thou think? _Jacin._ Why he that came to spoil all; who shou'd it be? Don _Guz._ Pr'ythee be serious with me if thou can'st, for one small Moment, and advise me which Way I shall take to convince her of my Innocence, that it was I that came to do her Service. _Jacin._ Why, you both came to do her Service, did not you? Don _Guz._ Still trifling. _Jacin._ No, by my Troth, not I. Don _Guz._ Then turn thy Thoughts to ease me in my Torment, and be my faithful Witness to her, that Heaven and Hell and all their Wrath I imprecate, if ever once I knew one fleeting Thought that durst propose to me so impious an Attempt. No, _Jacinta_, I love her well; but love with that Humility, whatever Misery I feel, my Torture ne'er shall urge me on to seize more than her Bounty gives me leave to take. _Jacin._ And the Murrain take such a Lover, and his Humility both, say I. Why, sure, Sir, you are not in earnest in this Story; are you? Don _Guz._ Why dost thou question it? _Jacin._ Because I really and seriously thought you innocent. Don _Guz._ Innocent! What dost thou mean? _Jacin._ Mean! Why, what shou'd I mean? I mean that I concluded you lov'd my Lady to that Degree, you cou'd not live without her: And that the Thought of her being given up to another, made your Passion flame out like Mount _Etna_: That upon this your Love got the Bridle in his Teeth, and ran away with you into her Chamber, where that impertinent Spy upon her and you, Don _John_, follow'd, and prevented farther Proofs of your Affection. Don _Guz._ Why, sure---- _Jacin._ Why, sure, thus I thought it was, and thus she thinks it is. If you have a Mind in the Depth of your Discretion, to convince her of your Innocence--May your Innocence be your Reward! I'm sure were I in her Place, you shou'd never have any other from me.