+Don F.+ There's no such thing in nature left as _better_, Julio; the worst proves always true with me. Yet prythee, tell, how does that noble beauty (Wherein high quality is so richly stamp'd) Comport her servile metamorphosis?
+Don J.+ As one whose body, as divine as 'tis, Seems bound to obey exactly such a mind, And gently take whate'er shape that imposes.
+Don F.+ Ah, let us mention her no more, my Julio! Ideas flow upon me too abstracted From her unfaithfulness, and may corrupt The firmest reason. Above all, be sure I do not see her so transform'd, lest that Transform me too: I'll rather pass with Blanca Both for unkind and rude, and leave Valencia Without seeing her.
+Don J.+ Leave that to me, Fernando; But if you intend the honour to my sister, It will be time: the night draws on apace.
+Don F.+ Come, let's begone then. [_As they are going out, enter +Fabio+ hastily._
+Fab.+ Stay, sir, for heaven's sake, stay----
+Fab.+ That will surprise you both, as much as me. Don Pedro de Mendoça is below, Newly alighted.
+Don F.+ Ha! What say'st thou, sirrah? Elvira's father?
+Fab.+ Sir, the very same; And he had scarcely set one foot to ground When he inquired, Where lives Don Julio Rocca?
+Don J.+ For my house, Fabio? It cannot be; I never knew the man.
+Don F.+ The thing does speak itself and my hard fate. What else can bring him hither but pursuit Of me and of his daughter, having learn'd The way we took? and what's so easy, Julio, Here at Valencia, as to know our friendship; And then of consequence, your house to be My likeliest retreat?
+Don J.+ 'Tis surely so; Let us apply our thoughts to best preventives.
+Don F.+ Whilst we retire into the inner room T' advise together, Fabio, be you sure (Since unknown to him) to observe his motions. [_Exeunt omnes._
_Scene changes to the prospect of Valencia. Enter +Don Zancho+ and +Chichon+, as in the street near +Don Julio's+ house._
+Don Z.+ Newly gone out, say you? That is as lucky as we could have wish'd: And see but how invitingly the door Stands open still!
+Chi.+ An open door may lead to a face of wood; [_Aside to +Don Zancho+._ But mean you, sir, to go abruptly in Without more ceremony?
+Don Z.+ Surprise redoubles (fool) the joys of lovers. But stay, Chichon, let's walk aside awhile, Till yonder coach be past. [_Exeunt._