Don _Fel._ 'Tis true; but yonder's one (if you can make her speak) I have Reason, to believe can tell us more.----Ho, _Jacinta_! _Enter ~Jacinta~._ _Jacin._ Do you call me, Sir? Don _Fel._ Yes; Don _Pedro_ wou'd speak with you. [_To Don ~Pedro~ aside._] I'll leave you with her; press her; press her both by Threats and Promises, and if you find your Wife in Fault, old as I am, her Father too, I'll raise my Arm to plunge this Dagger in her Breast, and by that Firmness convince the world, my Honour's dearer to me than my Child. [_Exit Don ~Fel~._ Don _Ped._ [_Aside._] Heaven grant me Power to stifle my Rage, till 'tis Time to let my Vengeance fly. _Jacinta_, come near: I have some Business with you. _Jacin._ [_Aside._] His Business with me at this Time can be good for nothing, I doubt. _Jacin._ [_To Don ~Ped~._] What Commands have you, Sir, for me? I'm not very well. Don _Ped._ What's your Disorder? _Jacin._ A little Sort of a something towards an Ague, I think. Don _Ped._ You don't seem so ill, but you may tell me-- _Jacin._ O, I can tell you nothing, Sir, I assure you. Don _Ped._ You answer me before yon hear my Question. That looks as if you knew---- _Jacin._ I know that what you are going to ask me, is a Secret I'm out at. Don _Ped._ [_Offering her a Purse._] Then this shall let thee into it. _Jacin._ I know nothing of the Matter. Don _Ped._ Come, tell me all, and take thy Reward. _Jacin._ I know nothing of the Matter, I say. Don _Ped._ [_Drawing his Sword._] Speak; or by all the Flame and Fire of Hell Eternal-- _Jacin._ O Lard, O Lard, O Lard! Don _Ped._ Speak, or th'art dead. _Jacin._ But if I do speak, shan't I be dead for all that? Don _Ped._ Speak, and thou art safe. _Jacin._ Well--O Lard--I'm so frighted--But if I must speak then--O dear Heart--give me the Purse. Don _Ped._ There. _Jacin._ Why truly, between a Purse in one's Hand--and--a Sword in one's Guts, I think there's little room left for Debate. Don _Ped._ Come begin, I'm impatient. _Jacin._ Begin! let me see, where shall I begin? At Don _Guzman_, I think. Don _Ped._ What of him? _Jacin._ Why he has been in love with my Lady these six Years. Don _Ped._ I know it; but how has she received him? _Jacin._ Receive him! Why--as young Maids use to receive handsome Fellows; at first ill, afterwards better. Don _Ped._ [_Aside._] Furies! Did they ever meet? _Jacin._ A little. Don _Ped._ By Day or Night? _Jacin._ Both. Don _Ped._ Distraction! Where was their Rendezvous? _Jacin._ Where they cou'd not do one another much good. Don _Ped._ As how? _Jacin._ As through a Hole in a Wall. Don _Ped._ The Strumpet banters me: Be serious, Insolence, or I shall spoil your Gaiety; I'm not dispos'd to Mirth. _Jacin._ Why I am serious, if you like my Story the better for't. Don _Ped._ [_Aside._] How miserable a Wretch am I!