+Fran.+ Let him go, now we have gain'd time enough.
+Fran.+ Persons employ'd In such trusts must have their wits about them. 'Tis clear that he suspects, but know--he cannot. When once you see all safe, 'twill then import you To play the tyrant over him, with reproaches For this his jealousy.
+Blan.+ Let me alone for that. But let us follow him in, that we may mark His whole demeanour. [_Exeunt._
+Don Z.+ Curse on't, the entry-door's bolted within, What shall I do? [_He pauses._] I must seek a way, Through the perfuming-room into the garden. [_Exit._
_Enter +Don Julio+, with a candle in his hand, and passing hastily over the stage._
+Don J.+ He must be gone this way, there is no other; The entry-door was bolted.
_Enter +Donna Blanca+ and +Francisca+, who pass over the stage, as if stealing after +Don Julio+._
+Fran.+ All's safe: he takes that way. Let him, a God's name, Follow his nose to the perfuming-room.
+Blan.+ He'll fright poor Silvia out of her wits; But I'll come to her succour with a peal Will ring him. [_Exeunt +Donna Blanca+ and +Francisca+._
_Scene changes to the laboratory. Here is to open a curious scene of a laboratory in perspective, with a fountain in it, some stills, many shelves, with pots of porcelain and glasses, with pictures above them: the room paved with black and white marble, with a prospect through pillars at the end, discovering the full moon, and by its light a perspective of orange-trees, and towards that farther end +Elvira+ appears at a table, shifting flowers, her back turned._
_Enter +Don Zancho+ hastily: +Elvira+ turning about, they both startle, and stand awhile as it were amazed._
+Don Z.+ O heavens! what is't I see? 'Tis mere illusion, Or 'tis the devil in that angel's form, Come here to finish by another hand The fatal work that she began upon me By Don Fernando's.
+Elv.+ Good gods! Don Zancho here! it cannot be! Or 'tis his ghost, come to revenge his death On its occasioner; for, were he alive, He could not but have more humanity Than (having been my ruin at Madrid, And robb'd me of my home and honour there) To envy me an obscure shelter here.
[_Whilst they amazed step back from one another, enter +Don Julio+, who, seeing +Don Zancho+ with his back towards him, drawing his sword, says_--