ACT V.
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Enter Don Julio talking to himself, and at another door Fernando who, perceiving it, stands close.
Don J. Bless'd be the gods that yet my honour's safe Amidst such strange perplexities, from which Fortune and wit (I think) together join'd, With all their strength, could hardly an issue find. To temper, comfort, or to serve my friend What argument? what means? how to assist Don Pedro in his aims, and to comply With what I owe the duke, I see as little; And less conceive, how to behave myself, As ought a gentleman towards a lady, With whose protection he hath charg'd himself, And brought her to his house on that assurance; Whom to expose cannot consist with honour, However she may have expos'd her own; And (least of all) how to repair to Blanca The injury I have done her, whose high spirit, I fear, will be implacable. O heavens! What a condition's mine?
[He stands pausing, and startles, seeing Don Fernando.
Enter Don Fernando.
Don F. Pardon, dear cousin, if, to avoid one rudeness, I have another unawares committed. Whilst fearing t' interrupt, I have o'erheard; Yet nothing, cousin, but the self-same things My thoughts have been revolving all this night, Concern'd for you, much more than for myself; For I, upon reflection, find I am Much easier than I was; by certainty Freed from the sorest weight, perplexity. In the first place you must forgive your friend The high distemper of last night's transportments: I hope you'll find me well recovered from them, And that my morning resolutions are Such as will make amends. Don J. Make no excuses, dear friend: such provocations Surprising are above philosophy; And 'tis no small experiment of yours, If after them you can have brought yourself So soon to fix a judgment what to do. Don F. I have fix'd on that, which I am sure will serve All interests but my own, as heretofore I understood my happiness; but now I shall no longer place it in anything Dependent on the wild caprice[17] of others. No, Julio, I will be happy even in spite of fate, By carrying generosity up to th' height. Elvira shall her dear bliss owe to me, Not only by desisting, but by making Her lov'd Don Zancho marry her: his refusal Alone can make me kill him o'er again. Don J. Since that unhappy maid, with all her beauty And that high quality, hath made herself Unworthy of your marriage, certainly None but Fernando ever could have pitch'd Upon so noble a thought: but think withal, What difficulties are likely to obstruct it! Don F. Say what occurs to you. Don J. Don Zancho is a man of wit and courage; And though his passion out of doubt be great, Since it hath made him do so wild an action, As that of coming twice into my house After so strange a manner; yet, Fernando, You cannot but imagine such a one Likely to have quite different reflections Upon Elvira's conduct for a wife, From what he has upon it for a mistress: They are two notions very differing. Besides, should the proposal but appear In the least kind to spring from your desire, Whose former commerce with her's not unknown, It were the only way to drive him off Past all recal. I think few have accepted Wives recommended to them by their rival. Don F. In that y' have reason, I confess; but, Julio, Think of the way; for marry her he must, Or die, and by no other hand but mine. Don J. [Pausing.] I am thinking of it, and, I hope, to purpose.[18] What interposer can be found so fit As Blanca in this business, since Don Zancho Has long been her particular acquaintance? And what can be more natural, than for her To take to heart Elvira's chief concernment, Whom he finds here retir'd in her misfortune, As to her surest friends? Don F. Y' have lighted, cousin, on the only way; And lose no time, I beg you. Don J. The least that may be; but you must consider In what a predicament I am likely To be with Blanca at present. Don F. I understand you (since the jealousy You expressed of her); but 'tis to be hoped The peace will not be long a-making. Don J. You little know her spirit, once inflam'd. But as I'll lose no time, so I'll omit No art to bring her to a temper fit To hear and to advance the proposition. Don F. Heaven give you good success! Don J. [Turning back to Fernando.] I had forgot to tell you that I think It will be necessary that, as soon As I have weather'd Blanca's storm, I make A visit to Don Pedro, to prevent His coming hither to disorder us, Before we have set [all] things right. Don F. 'Twas not ill thought on: and till you return I shall keep close in your apartment; For Blanca has not seen me, and Elvira Has too great cares upon her to be curious. [Exeunt.
Enter Blanca and Francisca; Blanca with a gay air, as in her antechamber.
Blan. Say, my Francisca, can romances equal Our last night's adventure? was there ever Such a come-off! Our sex has us'd to boast Presence of mind in exigents of love; But I believe none of us ever match'd Don Zancho's readiness in an occasion So sudden and so critical. Fran. Ever give me the man of ready parts. Blan. But prythee, whilst we give Don Zancho 's dues, Let us be just, too, to poor Silvia's merit; Was ever anything so generous Or so obliging to a mistress! Fran. So it appears, madam, I must confess; But the excess of it makes it suspicious. Blan. Fie, leave this humour of detracting still, And call her to me, that I may embrace, And thank her; that done, consider how To bring her off, who's brought us off so well. [Offers to go out.
Enter Don Julio.
Fran. Stay, I beseech you, and compose yourself To act a part quite of another nature; Here comes Don Julio, towards whom I hope You'll tune yourself to a far differing key From that of thanks and kindness. Blan. Let me alone for that: I'll play the dragon.
[As Don Julio advances, Blanca turns from him with a furious countenance, and flies out of the room, Don Julio following her.
Don J. Dear sister, stay, and hear me. Blan. Detested brother, leave me.
[She makes as if she were going, and he holds her.
Don J. Hear me but, Blanca, and then vent your passion Against a brother that condemns himself As much as you can do; but hear me speak. Blan. Your actions, Julio, have spoke loud enough To echo through the world your shame and mine. Has all the tenor of my life been such, With such exactness of unblemish'd conduct, That malice might have stain'd the noonday sun More easily than tarnish'd Blanca's honour, And must that honour now be prostitute By the caprice of an unworthy brother? Should any other have invaded it, Had not you righted her, she has a heart Would have found ways to right herself; but you Th' aggressor, what remedy but rage?
[She flings from him and exit.
Fran. She acts it rarely. [Aside. Don. J. Was ever man so unfortunate as I? [To Francisca. I must confess she has reason, and the sense She thus expresses of my fault becomes her; But it must be your work, my dear Francisca, To pacify. When once you shall but know All that has pass'd these nights, I am certain You'll say no human confidence could e'er Be proof against such circumstances. Fran. Alas! my offices can signify But little. But I'm sure the occasion Gives me a sad heart. O my dear lady! [As if she were crying. Don J. I love good-nature; but I prythee, leave, And come in with me, that I may tell thee all. [Exeunt.
Enter Don Pedro and Fulvio, as in his lodging.
Don P. A' God's name, Fulvio, what has been thy meaning, To make me sit up almost all last night Expecting thee, when such impatience held me? Thou wert not wont to be so negligent In things of so great weight. Fulv. Nor have I been it now: 'tis overcare Of your commands hath held me so long from you. You know the orders that you gave me, sir, To watch Don Zancho's motions? accordingly I sat all day in my observing-place, Till about twilight I saw him and 's man Steal as it were abroad: I as warily Dogg'd them from street to street, till, sir, at length He made a stand up close against a wall, Whilst that his servant entertain'd a woman Close-veil'd, who was come out, I think, on purpose, From an adjacent house; soon after, he Accosted her himself. Their conference Lasted but little; she made haste away To th' house from whence she came, and he as much To follow her in. Don P. Where was't? and why cam'st thou not presently, To give me notice, as you were directed? Fulv. At that you will not wonder, when you know Whose house he enter'd; but at this you'll wonder— It was Don Julio's. Don P. [Starting.] Ha! Don Julio's, say'st thou?— [He pauses. But, now I think on't, 'tis no marvel, Fulvio, Since newly come to town; for I remember Don Julio told me, that Don Zancho and he Had always liv'd in friendly correspondence. Fulv. Visits, sir, only of fair civility, After long absence, are not usually Begun by twilight in such cautious manner; Nor usher'd in by female veil'd conductors. But pray, sir, hear the rest. Don P. What can this be? [Aside.] Say on then quickly.
[To Fulvio.
Fulv. I presently concluded with myself That, since Don Julio was the friend on whose Assistance you relied against Don Zancho, You ne'er would think, sir, of attacking him, As he came out from thence: I judg'd it, therefore, My wisest course to stay, and mark the issue. And stay I did, till it was after midnight; About which time, walking from side to side, That I might see both issues of the house, It being as light almost as day, I saw The gallant and his man leap from the wall Of Julio's garden, and from thence in haste Make home. Don P. 'Sdeath, man, thou dream'st! Don Zancho from Don Julio's In that manner? Awake, fool, and speak sense. Fulv. I say but what I saw, as I see you. Don P. O, the devil! what, the same villain Found the affronter of my friend too here In the same kind! Give me my cloak and sword, I must know the bottom of this. [Exeunt.
Enter Blanca and Francisca, as in her antechamber.
Blan. I come from seeing and caressing Silvia; But with most strange surprise at her comportment Towards me. Fran. How, madam! Blan. My words and actions both expressing to her, Not only highest gratitude and kindness, But a solicitude in the concerns Of her honour, equal to what she had shown In mine, they were receiv'd with such a coldness, With such an air of melancholy pride, With half replies, and those not half to th' purpose, As make me with amazement to conclude, That either she has lost her understanding, Or that there's somewhat in't we understand not. Fran. She is a maid of an odd composition; And besides that, I needs must tell you, madam, That having had my observation freer Than you, perhaps, during last night's adventure, I remark'd somewhat, both in her demeanour And in Don Zancho's, makes me confident They met not there strangers to one another, As you imagine. But there's time enough To think and talk of that: what presses now, Is your right ordering of Don Julio: You have begun as well as can be wish'd. Blan. Say, did I not do my part? [Jollily. Fran. Beyond imagination; But take heed now of overdoing it, 'Tis time to tack about to reconcilement, And thought of drawing those advantages From the embroilment, as may for the future Secure you from like accidents. Blan. You say well; but how? Fran. The first step must atonement be between you, Of which he hath so earnestly conjur'd me To be an instrument that, you consenting To give him a hearing through my mediation, I am made for ever, and settled in the power Of serving you by better cosening him: Besides, he tells me, he hath that to say And to propose unto you, as shall not only Excuse him with you, but prevent all danger Of prejudicial rumours, which might rise From last night's accident. Blan. Agreed; let's in, And play the second part. [Exeunt.
Enter Don Zancho and Chichon, as in his own house.
Don Z. Were we not born with cauls upon our heads?[19] [Jollily. Think'st thou, Chichon, to come off twice a-row Thus rarely from such dangerous adventures? Chi. Rather, I think, with combs, so oft to venture. Don Z. Thou coxcomb, say, had I not my wits about me? Chi. 'Twere too uncomplaisant to deny that. You know I love not to talk seriously, But tell me now in earnest, are you satisfied To have come off so? is there no qualm remaining Upon your gentle heart for leaving i' th' suds A poor distressed virgin? Who she is, I neither know nor care; but I am sure, Had generous Chichon, to save his life, Play'd a sweet innocent lady such a trick, He would have pass'd but for a recreant knight; And much the more, she having shown herself So gallant as, to save her lady's honour, T' expose her own. Say, true Don Galor,[20] say, Were your part found in a romance or play, Whose character would it not dislustre? Don Z. How soon a fool's bolt's shot without distinction? Of what's the mark! Thou censur'st without knowing, Who th' exposed lady is. Know, then, Chichon, And wonder! 'tis Elvira!—that Elvira For whom I sighed like to have sigh'd my last, On her score at Madrid—Don Pedro's daughter. Chi. You raise enchanted castles in the air; But were it as you say, that makes the thing More inexcusable. You had been to blame T' have us'd a stranger so; but so t' have serv'd A lady[21] you had once profess'd to love, Raises the fault above all heightening. Don Z. Nay, then, I see I must once play the fool, In answering a fool seriously. The things thou say'st are heightenings indeed, Not of my fault, but merit in the action, Towards my Blanca; since, to save her honour, I did not only sacrifice Elvira's, But thus expose mine own. Time may recover Elvira's fame, and mine this quickly shall.
[Clapping his hand on his sword.
Here, take this letter, and employ your wit In finding out the means with secrecy To give it Don Fernando unobserv'd. I shall not stir from home, till I've his answer. Chi. You found him, sir, a man of quick dispatch, In your last business with him at Madrid! [Exit Don Zancho. How honourable 'tis to serve a Don! What petty Basque on t' other side the mountains Durst have aspir'd to the high dignity Of carrying a cartel? A monsieur Would sooner have put up a twinge by the nose, Than sent a challenge by a serving-man. [Exit.
Enter Blanca furiously, and, running to the cabinet, takes out thence a stiletto; and Francisca earnestly after her, as in Blanca's closet.
Blan. Villains shall find I am not unprovided Wrongs to revenge, that cannot be forgiven. Fran. I thought the strange constraint upon herself, Wherewith she heard her brother, would serve in the end But to make rage break out with greater fury; Yet it is well she kept it in so long As to get rid of him. [Aside. Good madam, moderate yourself a little. Blan. Preach temper to the damned souls in hell, That they may teach the traitor moderation, When I have sent him thither with his devil. Fran. I do confess the provocation such, As more than justifies all these transportments; And therefore I beseech you think not, madam, In what I say, I can the least aim have Of saving him from the extremest fury Of your resentment, or preserving her, Who has had the impudence to abuse you so, Under pretence of serving. May they perish! But let it be in such a way, as may not Draw a more dismal ruin on yourself: Let swift destruction seize them; yet let not, Madam, your hand, but head dispense their fate. What can the issue be of such an action, As that of which I see that shining steel And flaming eyes of yours the threat'ning comets? I beg but the reflection of a moment!
[Blanca walking upon the stage with enraged gestures pauses, at length sheathing and putting her stiletto in her sleeve with a sober, composed, tone:
Blan. Francisca, I thank you for recalling me Thus to myself: I will be temperate, [Aside.] But it shall be to make revenge the surer. Fran. Her tone nor gestures cannot cosen me, They both seem to disguise a black design; But I shall watch you: 'tis a half-gain'd cause In fury's course to have begot a pause. [Aside. Blan. Do what I bid you presently, Francisca. Send to Don Zancho, and let him know from me, I earnestly desire to speak with him. Fran. Lord, madam, what d'ye mean? Blan. To make the pleasing proposition to him, As I told my brother I would. Say, am I not moderate? But do without reply, what I command. Fran. Madam, I shall obey. But [aside] observe you so withal, As to prevent the mischief, if I can. [Exit Francisca. Blan. Ye gods, assist me in my just revenge, Or you will make an atheist. My first work Must be, before Don Zancho comes, to speak With his sweet mistress; and with words and looks, As false as hers have been, so to delude her With hopes of what she wishes, that they both May jointly fall my honour's sacrifice. [Exit.
Enter Don Fernando, as in Don Julio's private apartment.
Don F. Since generosity hath so far got The mastery, as to have made me fix Upon a resolution so unheard of, I long to see it executed. But stay: I think I hear Elvira's voice without, And Blanca's too. Here curiosity To overhear is pardonable.
[He makes as if he hearkened, and then exit, as to go where he may better hear.
Enter Elvira and Blanca as in the antechamber, and Fernando peeping as from behind a door.
Don F. Here not a word can 'scape me. Elv. Madam, you wrong my zeal in serving you, Whilst you attribute to any other motive My yesterday's behaviour. Blan. Such niceties, Elvira, are, out of season.
[In a tone that may show what she says to be forced.
I seek your satisfaction in a love, Wherein it seems you have been long engag'd.
[Elvira looking round, and Fernando starting back.
Don F. I hope she did not see me. [Aside. Elv. My satisfaction, say you, in my love? Of whom, for heaven's sake? If you mean Don Zancho, Y'are very far from guessing at my thoughts. Don F. By heaven, sh' has seen me, and plays the devil still.
[Aside.
Elv. By all that's good, I am far from loving him— I say not worse [aside], because I know she loves him. Don F. Ah, Elvira! this is too much, yet not enough To change in me a noble resolution. [Aside.
[A noise is heard, as of people coming up stairs.
Blan. I hear some coming up stairs: should it be Don Zancho, I am not yet ready for him.—
[Aside.
I see we are likely to be interrupted here, [To Elvira. Elvira, we shall be better in my closet. [Exit Blanca. Elvi. Madam, I'll follow you. What can she mean? since that she needs must think I know the passion she herself[22] has for him.
[Elvira having stayed awhile behind, as she is going to follow Blanca, enter her father Don Pedro and Fulvio: she starts, and stands confounded; he, seeing her, draws out his dagger, and makes at her.
Don P. Vile stainer of my blood, have I here found thee?
[Elvira perceiving the door a little open, where Don Fernando is, flies thither, and gets in.
Don F. This makes it clear she saw me.
[Aside, as Elvira thrusts in.
[Don Pedro seizes the door, before it be quite shut, and they struggle, he to pull it open, and Don Fernando to shut it: after some contest, Don Fernando gets it close, and bolts it within: Don Pedro, as an enraged person, pulls and bounces at the door.
Don P. In vain should mountains interpose between Her and her punishment.
[He bounces still, as to break down the door.
Enter Blanca.
Blan. What Bedlam have we here, and where's Elvira? Don P. You have one here will know how to revenge Conspiracies t' affront him: and you, lady, Whoe'er you are, that seem to take upon you, Y' had best produce the wicked thing you've named, Or by this steel— [Blanca cries out. Blan. Ho! brother, brother! help against a madman!
Enter Don Julio.
Don J. Peace, Blanca, peace, you know not what you say: Don Pedro is master here. Blan. I know not your Don Pedro; but I'm sure One to be tied in chains could do no more, That he has done. Don J. Have patience, sister: 'tis Elvira's father, With cares enough upon him to justify Any distemper. Blan. Precious! Elvira's father?— Nay, then I leave you. [Blanca flings out of the room. Don F. O the unluckiness of his coming So unseasonably! 'Twas to prevent that, I went abroad to seek him. [Aside. Don P. What's this, Don Julio? can a gentleman Of blood and honour use another thus? What, after such engagements to the Duke And to myself to be my friend and helper, To prove the shelter of my shame's chief author? I do not wonder now Don Zancho himself Should have been here at midnight. Don J. I am hard put to't: help, wit, to bring us off. [Aside. Be as distemper'd as you please, Don Pedro, It shall not alter me! but yet methinks It would not ill become your gravity, To think a while, before you make a judgment, And rashly frame injurious conclusions From things, wherein a friend has merited from you. Do but consider, and then say, what Julio Could do of more advance to what you wish, Than, having found your daughter, to have brought her To his own house, where she might be with honour Accompanied, and serv'd as such by Blanca, Until such time as, things maturely weigh'd, You should a final resolution take. And since Don Zancho's being here last night, I see 's no secret t' ye, methinks you ought T' have been so just to me, as to believe That, since I admitted him within these walls, It was in order to the serving you. Don P. Noble Don Julio, you must pity have Of an old man's distemper in affliction. I see I was in the wrong; pray, pardon it. Don J. O, this is more than needs. And now, good sir, If you'll be pleas'd to walk a turn or two I' the garden, I'll there give you a full account How I have laid things for your satisfaction. Don P. I'll wait on you. Don J. Go, sir, there lies your way; And you, boy, fail not, when Don Zancho comes,
[Turning to the Page.
To give me notice of it in the garden. [Exeunt.
Enter Don Zancho, and passes over the stage with Chichon after him: and enter Francisca, and pulling Chichon, stays him.
Fran. Stay, stay, Chichon, a word w' ye: it imports—
[She whispers with him.
Chi. I hope you are not in earnest. Fran. By my soul, I am— There is no other way, but for us both To get up the back-way, and there to watch The time to interpose. Chi. Can she be such a fury? her looks are All milk and honey. Fran. You cannot fancy anything so tragic, But she is capable of executing, When once provok'd in point of love and honour Beyond her bounds of temper. Chi. Lead the way— I'll have the pleasure to bold up the fright [Aside. She's in, since I am sure there is no danger, Knowing, as I do, my master's mind towards Blanca: Besides, 'tis to be hop'd, that these disorders May produce somewhat that may put an end To my master's quarrel, or afford me means To give Fernando his letter. [Exeunt.
Enter Don Fernando, Elvira lying upon the couch in the private apartment.
Don. F. This last dissimulation moves me more Than all the rest; but yet it must not alter What honour hath inspir'd. See, how she lies, And how, scarce brought to life from her dismay, She resumes scorn, to have been sav'd by me! But multiply what injuries thou wilt, Perfidious maid, thou shalt not disappoint Fernando of the glory that he aims at: Of making thy proud heart, Elvira, owe Its happiness to him. But I hear again [He peeps A noise without—It is Don Zancho, And I see Blanca coming towards him. This falls out luckily, that I may hear What passes; for certainly their meeting Avowedly thus can be no other subject, But what Don Julio has proposed to Blanca. [Exit as to hearken.
Enter Don Julio and Don Pedro, as in the garden.
Don J. That's all the remedy, that in these cases The wisest can propose unto themselves: His fortune's strait, 'tis true. Don P. That's what I least regard in this occasion, So honour be but safe: the less they have, The more will be her penance for her folly. But should Don Zancho, upon any umbrage From what has pass'd between them, prove so insolent As to reject the marriage, then I trust— Don J. O, say no more of that: rely upon't, Should he be guilty of that horrid outrage, This sword should pierce his heart, though th' only friend I have i' the world should interpose his own. And, sir, to let you see my frank proceeding, Come along with me; I'll bring you to a place Where, jointly overhearing all that passes 'Twixt him and Blanca, should he play the villain, His life may pay for't, ere he stir from thence. Don P. May heaven repay such generous acts of friendship! [Exeunt.
Enter Don Zoncho, and Fernando appears as behind the door.
Don Z. For her so suddenly and so avowedly To send for me hither, is very strange: What can it mean?
Enter Blanca.
Blan. Now lend me temper, Heaven, but for a moment, Till calmly I have drawn him to pronounce The sentence of his own too noble death For such a traitor— [Aside. I think you come not without some surprise,
[To him with an affected cheerfulness.
Don Zancho, at my sending for you so: But let's sit down, for I have much to say t' ye.
[She takes him by the hand and seats him in one chair, and she sits herself in the other close to him on his right hand, and fumbles in her sleeve.
I'm so well plac'd I cannot miss the mark. [Aside. Don Z. Good madam, what's the matter? for I see Disorder in you: put me out of pain. Blan. That I shall quickly do: [Aside. Know then, Don Zancho, In the first place, you must not interrupt me, Whatever you shall hear; I'll take it ill else. When I have done, then speak your mind at leisure. I come not to argue, but conclude. Don Z. Your will's a law to me; But whither tends all this? [Aside. Blan. I do for once allow you to remember All that has pass'd between us: The folly of my love, the falsehood of yours; That done, and never to be thought on more— Don Z. For Heaven's sake, madam— Blan. Break not the rule was set: Know I instructed am in all your story, And am so far grown mistress of myself, That I, who th' other day could scarce o'ercome The sense of a slight failure at Madrid, Can here at home suffer indignities, And tell you calmly and with unconcern'dness, Be you Elvira's and Elvira yours. I come to do a part you little look'd for From Blanca's spirit: I must make the marriage. All things are ready, and her father here. Now you may speak, Don Zancho; but the thing Admits of no delay. Don Z. But can this be in earnest? sure, it cannot. What needs these trials of so firm a faith? [Pausing awhile. Blan. Leave trifling; 'tis no longer time for tricks. It is not in the pow'r of fate to alter The resolution taken. [Don Zancho pauses. Don. F. She has put it home. [Aside. Don Z. Madam, you use me hardly; this demeanour Passes my skill, to judge from whence it springs. You say it is not in the pow'r of fate To change your resolutions; but I'm sure, If they be such, 'twill less be in its pow'r To alter mine: but yet, before I die, You must be left without excuse by knowing The truth of all. Don F. Here it imports indeed to be attentive. [Aside. Don Z. Madam, 'tis true that, absent at Madrid, The custom of the court and vanity Embark'd me lightly in a gallantry With the most fam'd of beauties there, Elvira: Those and no other the true motives were To all my first addresses, till her scorns, Which should have stopp'd them, had engag'd me more, And made a love in jest a point of honour. I bore all her disdains without transportment, Till, having gain'd her waiting-woman's kindness, I learn'd from her that all Elvira's slightings She would have thought had sprung from severe maxims And preciousness of humour, were th' effects Of deep engagement in another love With a young gallant, Don Fernando Solis, With whom the cruel dame was so far gone, As to admit him almost[23] every night Into her chamber. Don F. Bless'd gods, what do I hear? [Aside. Don Z. [continuing] I, scarce believing the thing possible, Urg'd my intelligencer to do for me That which her lady for another did, And to admit me to her chamber where, By being eye-witness of her lady's actions, I might transfer my entire love to herself. She granted my request, and late one night, Somewhat before the gallant's usual hour, She brought me a back-way up to[24] her chamber, Within Elvira's. My stay had not been long, When, having found the truth of what she'd told me, Converting rage into appearing kindness To my informer, and expressing it Uncautiously, we made a sudden noise, With which Elvira alarm'd, and coming in, Follow'd by Don Fernando, that fell out, Which you have heard before.
[Don Julio beckoning Don Pedro after him, passing over one corner of the stage.
Don J. By this time, I suppose, she will have made The proposition to the full, and we Shall come at the just time to hear his answer.
[Exeunt Don Pedro and Don Julio.
Don Z. [Continuing.] If since that hour I have ever seen Or thought upon her, till last night's surprise, May I for ever perish: and methinks The use of that to your advantage Might challenge from you a more just construction. Blan. I told you at first, I came not here to argue, But to conclude. Say, will you marry her?
[Don Julio and Don Pedro peep out as from behind the hanging.
Don J. W'are come, you see, just as we could have wish'd. [Aside. Don P. His fate hangs on his lips. [Aside. Don Z. You are mistress of your words and actions, madam, And may use me as you please; but this hand Shall sooner pierce this heart than e'er be given In marriage to Elvira.
[Don Pedro and Don Julio rush in with their swords and daggers drawn, and Don Zancho draws too.
Don P. Then, villain, die! Heav'n is too weak to save thee By any other means. [Don Fernando draws, and rushing out. Don F. But here is one that shall— Or all by his side. Don P. O heavens! what's this? Don Fernando Solis protecting him! Nay, then the whole world conspires against my honour. Blan. For heaven's sake, gentlemen! [Blanca runs in between. Chi. Now, by my grandame's pantable,[25] 'tis pretty!
[From behind.
I'll brush their coats, if once it come to fighting. Fernando's of our side.
Francisca, and Chichon with a long broom, run out also from behind the hanging.
Don J. What frenzy's this, Fernando? was't not you Engaged me to effect the marriage? Sure, w'are all Bewitch'd. Don F. Stay, my Don Julio, stay, And let Don Pedro have patience but to hear me— 'Tis true; but you know well upon what grounds: Those are quite chang'd by my having overheard All that hath pass'd; for my Elvira, Julio, Proves spotless in her faith, as in her beauty, And I the only guilty, to have doubted. What have I then to do, but here to prostrate Myself at her offended father's feet, And beg his pardon? that obtain'd, t' implore His help to gain me hers, as to a person In whom respect for him hath always held Proportion with my passion for his daughter. Don P. You know, Don Julio, when I spake with you, The terms of estimation and respect, Wherewith I mention'd t' ye this gentleman; And, therefore, since in his address t' Elvira There was no other fault, but making it Unknown to me, and that I see his thoughts Are truly noble, honour thus engaged, That ought to be forgot, and I to think Myself most happy in such a son-in-law. But where's Elvira? Don F. She's there within, where I dare not appear Before her, knowing now such guilt upon me. If Blanca would employ her interest And eloquence, perhaps she might prevail To get her hither, when she shall have told her What changes a few minutes' time have wrought. Blan. I never went on a more pleasing errand. [Exit Blanca. Fran. I am struck dumb with wonder. [Exit. Don F. Now Blanca is away, I'll take this time To spare her blushes, Julio, and tell you, Though I have broke one marriage for Don Zancho, You needs must give me leave to make another; To which, unless I'm very much deceiv'd, You'll find on neither part repugnancy. Don J. I understand you; and I thank the gods They did not make me understand the wrong, Till they have made it none, since I observe Don Zancho's looks joining in your desires. Don Z. A heart so full of love, as mine for Blanca, Does best express itself when it speaks least.
Enter Donna Blanca, Donna Elvira, and Francisa. Elvira casts herself at her father's feet.
Elv. Now that the justice of the gods at length Hath clear'd me from suspicions derogatory To th' honour of your blood, I hope a cloister May expiate my fault as to a father. Don P. Rise, child. The enclosure I condemn you to [Raising her. Is Don Fernando's arms: give him your hand. Elv. 'Tis yours, sir, to dispose of, I confess, And if it be your will, I must submit; But let him know, who could suspect Elvira, She never could be his but by obedience. Don F. I am thunderstruck. [Elvira giving him her hand. Elv. Be not dismay'd, Fernando, Since I profess this a mere act of duty; Another duty may Elvira move To reinflame on better grounds her love. Don J. [ironically.] Blanca, I fear you'll hardly be persuaded To give yours to Don Zancho; but a brother For once may play the tyrant. Give it him: It must be so. [They join hands. Don F. I now renounce old maxims: having you, Elvira, I am sure the very best proves true. Chi. Hold there, I beg you, sir: that will appear By that time you have married been a year. [Exeunt.