Don _John._ I must confess the Resolution taken, made me tremble for you: How to prevent it now and for ever, was my next Care. I immediately order'd _Lopez_ to go lie at Don _Felix_'s, and to open me the Door when all the Family were in Bed. He did as I directed him. I enter'd, and in the dark found my way to _Leonora_'s Apartment. I found the Door open, at which I was surpriz'd. I thought I heard some stirring in her Chamber, and in an Instant heard her cry for Aid. At this I drew, and rush'd into the Room, which _Guzman_, alarm'd at, cry'd out to her Assistance. His ready Impudence, I must confess, at first quite struck me speechless; but in a Moment I regain'd my Tongue, and loud proclaim'd the Traitor. Don _Ped._ Is't possible? Don _John._ Yet more: your Arrival hindring me at that Time from taking Vengeance for your Wrong, I at this Instant expect him here, to punish him (with Heaven's righteous Aid) for daring to attempt my Ruin with the Man, whose Friendship I prefer to all the Blessings Heaven and Earth dispense. And now, Don _Pedro_, I have told you this, if still you have a Mind to take my Life, I shall defend it with the self-same Warmth I intended to expose it in your Service. [_Draws._ Don _Ped._ [_Aside._] If I did not know he was in love with _Leonora_, I could be easily surpriz'd with what he has told me. But--But yet 'tis certain he has destroyed the Proofs against him; and if I only hold him guilty as a Lover; why must Don _Guzman_ pass for innocent? Good Gods, I am again returning to my Doubts! Don _John._ [_Aside._] I have at last reduc'd him to a Balance, but one Lye more tost in, will turn the Scale. _To Don ~Ped.~_] One Obligation more, my Friend, you owe me; I thought to have let it pass, but it shall out. Know then, I lov'd, like you, the beauteous _Leonora_; but from the Moment I observ'd how deep her Dart had pierc'd you, tore my Passion from my bleeding Heart, and sacrific'd my Happiness to yours. Now, I have no more to plead; if still you think your Vengeance is my due, come pay it me. Don _Ped._ Rather ten thousand Poignards strike me dead! O _Alvarada_! can you forgive a wild distracted Friend? Gods! Whither was my jealous Frenzy leading me? Can you forget this barbarous Injury? Don _John._ I can: No more. But for the future, think me what I am, a faithful and a zealous Friend.--Retire, and leave me here. In a few Moments I hope to bring you further Proofs on't. _Guzman_ I instantly expect, leave me to do you Justice on him. Don _Ped._ That must not be. My Revenge can ne'er be satisfy'd by any other Hand but this. Don _John._ Then let That do't. You'll in a Moment have an Opportunity. Don _Ped._ You mistake; he won't be here. Don _John._ How so? Don _Ped._ He has not had your Challenge. His Sister intercepted it, and desired I wou'd come to prevent the Quarrel. Don _John._ What then is to be done?