[_Don ~Ped.~ puts it up._ Why, Sir, I'll tell you just how the Matter was, but I hope you won't consider me as a Party. Don _Ped._ Go on; thou art safe. _Lop._ Why then, Sir, when (for our Sins) you had left us, says my Master to me, _Lopez_, says he, go and stay at old Don _Felix_'s House, till Don _Pedro_ returns; they'll pass thee for his Servant, and think he has order'd thee to stay there. And then, says he, dost hear, open me the Door by _Leonora_'s Apartment to-night, for I have a little Business, says he, to do there. Don _Ped._ [_Aside._] Perfidious Wretch! _Lop._ Indeed, I was at first a little resty, and stood off; being suspicious (for I knew the Man) that there might be some ill Intentions. But he knew me too, takes me upon the weak Side, whips out a long Sword, and by the same Means makes me do the Thing, as you have made me discover it.--[_Aside._] There's neither Liberty nor Property in this Land, since the Blood of the _Bourbons_ came amongst us. Don _Ped._ Then you let him in, as he bid you? _Lop._ I did: If I had not, I had never lived to tell you the Story. Yes, I let him in. Don _Ped._ And what follow'd? _Lop._ Why, he follow'd. Don _Ped._ What? _Lop._ His Inclinations. Don _Ped._ Which Way? _Lop._ The old Way:--To a Woman. Don _Ped._. Confound him! _Lop._ In short, he got to Madam's Chamber, and before he had been there long, (tho' you know, Sir, a little Time goes a great Way in some Matters) I heard such a clutter of small Shot, Murder, Murder, Murder, Rape, Fire, Help, and so forth--But hold, here he comes himself, and can give you a more circumstantial Account of the Skirmish. _Don Ped._ I thank thee, Heaven, at last, for having pointed me to the Victim I am to sacrifice. [_Ex. ~Lop.~_ _Enter Don ~John~._ [_Drawing._] Villain, defend thyself. Don _John._ What do you mean? Don _Ped._ To punish a Traitor. Don _John._ Where is he? Don _Ped._ In the Heart of a sworn Friend. Don _John._ [_Aside._] I saw _Lopez_, go from him, without doubt he has told him all. [_To Don ~Ped~._ Of what am I suspected? Don _Ped._ Of betraying the greatest Trust that Man cou'd place in Man. Don _John._ And by whom am I accus'd? Don _Ped._ By me: Have at thy Traitor's Heart! Don _John._ Hold! And be not quite a Madman.--_Pedro_, you know me well: You know I am not backward upon these Occasions, nor shall I refuse you any Satisfaction you'll demand; but first, I will be heard, and tell you, That for a Man of Sense, you are pleas'd to make very odd Conclusions. Don _Ped._ Why, what is it possible thou canst invent to clear thyself?