_Alv._ My daughter marry'd to his son!----Confusion. But I find myself in such unruly agitation, something wrong may happen if I continue with him; I'll therefore leave him. [_Aside._ Don _Fel._ You seem thoughtful, Sir, I hope there's no---- _Alv._ A sudden disorder I am seiz'd with; you'll pardon me, I must retire. [_Exit ~Alvarez~._ _Don ~Felix~ solus._ I don't like this: He went oddly off--I doubt he finds this bounty difficult to go through with. His natural resentment is making an attack upon his acquir'd generosity: pray heaven it ben't too strong for't. The misfortune is a great one, and can't but touch him nearly. It was not natural to be so calm; I wish it don't yet drive him to my ruin. But here comes this young hot-brain'd coxcomb, who with his midnight amours has been the cause of all this mischief to me. _Enter ~Lorenzo~._ So, Sir, you are come to receive my thanks for your noble exploit? You think you have done bravely now, ungracious offspring, to bring perpetual troubles on me. Must there never pass a day, but I must drink some bitter potion or other of your preparation for me? _Lor._ I am amaz'd, Sir; pray what have I done to deserve your anger? Don _Fel._ Nothing; no manner of thing in the world; nor never do. I am an old testy fellow, and am always scolding, and finding fault for nothing; complaining that I have got a coxcomb of a son, that makes me weary of my life, fancying he perverts the order of nature, turning day into night, and night into day; getting whims in my brain, that he consumes his life in idleness, unless he rouses now and then to do some noble stroke of mischief; and having an impertinent dream at this time, that he has been making the fortune of the family, by an underhand marriage with the daughter of a man who will crush us all to powder for it. Ah----ungracious wretch; to bring an old man into all this trouble! The pain thou gav'st thy mother to bring thee into the world, and the plague thou hast given me to keep thee here, make the getting thee (tho' 'twas in our honey-moon) a bitter remembrance to us both. [_Exit Don ~Felix~._ _~Lorenzo~ solus._ So----all's out----Here's a noble storm arising, and I'm at sea in a cock-boat. But which way could this business reach him? By this traitor _Lopez_----it must be so; it could be no other way; for only he, and the priest that marry'd us, knew of it. The villain will never confess tho'. I must try a little address with him, and conceal my anger. O, here he comes. _Enter ~Lopez~._ _Lor._ _Lopez_. _Lop._ Do you call, Sir? _Lor._ I find all's discover'd to my father, the secret's out; he knows my marriage.