_Isab._ There possibly may be another; I have thought this moment----perhaps there's nothing in it; yet a small passage comes to my remembrance, that I regarded little when it happen'd----I'll go and search for one may be of service. But hold; I see Don _Carlos_: he'll but disturb us now, let us avoid him. [_Exeunt ~Camillo~ and ~Isabella~._ _Enter Don ~Carlos~ and ~Sancho~._ _Car._ Repuls'd again! this is not to be borne. What tho' this villain's story be a falshood, was I to blame to hearken to it? This usage cannot be supported: how was it she treated thee? _San._ Never was ambassador worse receiv'd. Madam, my master asks ten thousand pardons, and humbly begs one moment's interview:----Begone, you rascal you. Madam, what answer shall I give my Master?----Tell him he's a villain. Indeed, fair lady, I think this is hasty treatment--Here, my footmen, toss me this fellow out at the window; and away she went to her devotions. _Car._ Did you see _Jacinta_? _San._ Yes; she saluted me with half a score rogues and rascals too. I think our destinies are much alike, Sir; and o'my conscience, a couple of scurvy jades we are hamper'd with. _Car._ Ungrateful woman, to receive with such contempt so quick a return of a heart so justly alarm'd. _San._ Ha, ha, ha. _Car._ What, no allowance to be made to the first transports of a lover's fury, when rous'd by so dreadful an appearance? as just as my suspicions were, have I long suffer'd them to arraign her? _San._ No. _Car._ Have I waited for oaths or imprecations to clear her? _San._ No. _Car._ Nay, even now is not the whole world still in suspense about her? whilst I alone conclude her innocent. _San._ 'Tis very true. _Car._ She might, methinks, thro' this profound respect, observe a flame another would have cherish'd: she might support me against groundless fears, and save me from a rival's tyranny; she might release me from these cruel racks, and would, no doubt, if she cou'd love as I do. _San._ Ha, ha, ha. _Car._ But since she don't, what do I whining here? Curse on the base humilities of love. _San._ Right. _Car._ Let children kiss the rod that fleas them, let dogs lie down and lick the shoe that spurns them. _San._ Ay. _Car._ I am a man by nature meant for power; the scepter's given us to wield, and we betray our trust whenever we meanly lay it at a woman's feet.