_Isab._ I'll tell you, Sir: I only beg you'll go to the Place where Don _John_ expects him; tell him I have intercepted his Letter, and make him promise you he'll send no more: By this generous Charity you may hinder two Men (whose, Piques are on a frivolous Occasion) from murdering one another! And by this good Office, you'll repay the small Debt you owe my Brother, for flying last Night to _Leonora_'s Succour; and doubly pay the Obligation you have to me, upon the same Occasion. Don _Ped._ What Obligation, Madam? I am ignorant; pray inform me. _Isab._ 'Twas I, Sir, that first heard _Leonora_'s Cries, and rais'd my Brother to her Aid. Pray let me receive the same Assistance from your Prudence, which you have had from my Care, and my Brother's Generosity. But, pray lose no Time. Don _John_ is perhaps already on the Spot, and not meeting my Brother, may send a second Message, which may be fatal. Don _Ped._ Madam, be at rest; you shall be satisfy'd, I'll go this Moment. I'll only ask you first whether you are sure you heard my Wife call out for Succour, before your Brother past the Wall? _Isab._ I did; why do you ask that Question? Don _Ped._ I have a Reason, you may be sure. [_Aside._] Just Heaven, I adore thee! The Truth at last shines clear, and by that Villain _Alvarada_ I'm betray'd. But enough; I'll make Use of this Occasion for my Vengeance. [_To ~Isab~._] Where, Madam, is it, Don _John_ is waiting? _Isab._ But here, in a small Field, behind the Garden. Don _Ped._ [_Aside._] His Blood shall do me Reason for his Treachery. _Isab._ Will you go there directly? Don _Ped._ I will. Be satisfy'd. [_Ex. ~Don Ped~._ _Leo._ You weep, _Isabella_? _Isab._ You see my Trouble for a Brother for whom I wou'd die, and a Lover for whom I wou'd live. They both are Authors of my Grief. _Leo._ They both are Instruments of my Misfortune. [_Exeunt._ [Illustration] +ACT+ V. _Enter ~Lopez~._