_Lop._ Look you there again: pray, Sir, be quiet; is the devil in you? 'Tis bad jesting with edg'd tools. I'gad that last push was within an inch o' me. I don't know what you make all this bustle about, but I'm sure I've done all for the best, and I believe it will prove for the best too at last, if you'll have but a little patience. But if gentlemen will be in their airs in a moment--Why, what the deuce----I'm sure I have been as eloquent as _Cicero_, in your behalf; and I don't doubt to good purpose too, if you'll give things time to work. But nothing but foul language, and naked swords about the house, sa, sa; run you through you dog; why, nobody can do business at this rate. _Lor._ And suppose your project fails, and I'm ruin'd by it, Sir. _Lop._ Why, 'twill be time enough to kill me then, Sir? won't it? What should you do it for now? Besides, I an't ready, I'm not prepar'd, I might be undone by't. _Lor._ But what will _Leonora_ say to her marriage being known, wretch? _Lop._ Why may be she'll draw----her sword too. [_Shewing his tongue._] But all shall be well with you both, if you will but let me alone. _Lor._ Peace; here's her father. _Lop._ That's well: we shall see how things go presently. _Enter Don ~Alvarez~._ _Alv._ The more I recover from the disorder this discourse has put me in, the more strange the whole adventure appears to me. _Leonora_ maintains there is not a word of truth in what I have heard; that she knows nothing of marriage: and indeed she tells me this, with such a naked air of sincerity, that for my part I believe her. What then must be their project? Some villainous intention, to be sure; tho' which way, I yet am ignorant. But here's the bridegroom; I'll accost him----I am told, Sir, you take upon you to scandalize my daughter, and tell idle tales of what can never happen. _Lop._ Now methinks, Sir, if you treated your son-in-law with a little more civility, things might go just as well in the main. _Alv._ What means this insolent fellow by my son-in-law! I suppose 'tis you, villain, are the author of this impudent story. _Lop._ You seem angry, Sir----perhaps without cause. _Alv._ Cause, traitor! Is a cause wanting where a daughter's defam'd, and a noble family scandaliz'd? _Lop._ There he is, let him answer you. _Alv._ I shou'd be glad, he'd answer me, why, if he had any desires to my daughter, he did not make his approaches like a man of honour. _Lop._ Yes; and so have had the doors bolted against him like a house-breaker. [_Aside._ _Lor._ Sir to justify my proceeding, I have little to say; but to excuse it, I have much; if any allowance may be made to a passion, which in your youth you have yourself been sway'd by: I love your daughter to that excess---- _Alv._ You would undo her for a night's lodging. _Lor._ Undo her, Sir?