Don _Ped._ [_To Leo._] You hear him, Madam; he dares own it to you. _Leo._ [_Aside._] _Jacinta_ winks; I guess what Scene they have been acting here. My Part is now to play. [_To Don ~Ped~._] I see, Sir, he dares own it: Nor is he the first lover has pressum'd beyond the Countenance he ever has receiv'd. Pray draw near, and hear what he has more to say: It is my Interest you shou'd know the Depth of all has ever passed between us. _Leo._ [_To Don ~Guz~._] I fain wou'd know, Don _Guzman_, whether in the whole Conduct of my Life, you have known one step, that cou'd encourage you to hope I ever cou'd be yours, but on the Terms of Honour which you sought me? Don _Guz._ Not one. _Leo._ Why then should you believe I cou'd forgive the taking that by Force, which you already were convinc'd I valu'd more the keeping, than my Life? Don _Guz._ Had my Love been as temperate as yours, I with your Reason had perhaps debated. But not in Reason, but in Flames, I flew to _Leonora_. _Leo._ If strong Temptation be allow'd a Plea, Vice, in the worst of Shapes, has much to urge:--No, cou'd any Thing have shaken me in Virtue, it must have been the Strength of it in you. Had you shone bright enough to dazzle me, I blindly might have missed the Path I meant to tread: But now you have clear'd my Sight for ever. If, therefore, from this Moment more you dare to let me know one Thought of Love, though in the humblest Stile, expect to be a Sacrifice to him you attempt to wrong.----Farewel! [_She retires from him._ Don _Guz._ O stay and hear me!--I have wrong'd myself; I'm innocent!----By all that's sacred, just and good, I'm innocent! Don _Ped._ [_Aside._] What does he mean? Don _Guz._ I have own'd a Fact I am not guilty of! _Jacinta_ can inform you; she knows I never---- _Jacin._ I know! The Man's mad: Pray, begone, Sir, my Lady will hear no more; I'll shut him out, Madam, shan't I? [_She shuts the Hole._ _Leo._ I have no farther Business with him. _Enter ~Isabella~ hastily._ _Isab._ O Heavens, _Leonora_, where are you? Don _Pedro_, you can assist me better. _Leo._ What's the Matter? Don _Ped._ What is it, Madam, I can serve you in? _Isab._ In what the Peace of my whole Life consists; the Safety of my Brother! Don _John_'s Servant has this Moment left me a Letter for him, which I have open'd, knowing there is an Animosity of some Time between 'em. Don _Ped._ Well, Madam! _Isab._ O dear, it is a Challenge, and what to do I know not; if I shew it my Brother, he'll immediately fly to the Place appointed; and if I don't, he'll be accus'd of Cowardice. One way I risque his Life, t'other I ruin his Honour. Don _Ped._ What wou'd you have me do, Madam?