+Fab.+ To dog him possibly might be observ'd, This moonlight, by his servant; but since, sir, We're certain whither he goes, my best course (I think) will be to go out the back-way, And place myself beforehand in some porch Near Julio's house, where I may see and hear What passes, and then do as I shall see cause.
+Don F.+ 'Tis not ill thought on; but how late soever Your return be, I shall expect to see you, Before we go to bed.
_Scene changes to +Donna Blanca's+ antechamber. Enter +Francisca+, and goes to the hanging where +Don Zancho+ and +Chichon+ are hid._
+Fran.+ Ho! trusty servant with his faithful master! Come out; the balcony's open, lose no time, Julio's abed, and fast asleep ere this-- There's nobody in the street, it is so light One may discover a mile; therefore be quick.
[_+Don Zancho+ and +Chichon+ come out from behind the hanging, and follow her, as leading to the balcony._ [_Exeunt._
[_And soon after +Don Zancho+ and +Chichon+ appear as in the balcony, and +Francisca's+ head as peeping out of the door into it._
_Scene changes to the prospect of Valencia. Enter +Fabio+ as in the street, and settling himself in a porch._
+Fab.+ Here is a porch, as if 'twere built on purpose. [+Fabio+, _looking up, perceives them in the balcony._
Ha! here's a vision that I little dreamt of. Stand close, Fabio, and mum!
[_+Don Zancho+ gets over the balcony, and letting himself down at arm's length, leaps gently into the street. +Chichon+ offers at the like, but takes a fall as he lights, and (rising) counterfeits lameness. +Francisca+ retires, and locks the balcony._
+Chi.+ Curse on the drab, I think I've broke my leg.
+Fab.+ The moon has turn'd my brains, or I have seen That person somewhere, and that very lately-- [_He pauses, scratching his head._ But, sure, I'm mad to think it can be he.
[_Exeunt +Don Zancho+ and +Chichon+, as turning down the next street._
+Fab.+ O, now I see my men. [_Retiring into the porch._
+Don P.+ This is the street, you say; which is the house?
+Fulv.+ That fair one, over against the monastery. Shall I go knock?
+Don P.+ What else? [_+Fulvio+ knocks at +Don Julio's+ door, and nobody answers._
+Don P.+ Knock harder. [_He knocks again, and one asks as from within_, Who's there?