                      [_Exit +Don Pedro+, +Don Julio+ waiting on him
                                                                   out._

         _Scene changes. Enter +Don Julio+ and +Don Fernando+,
                     as in the private apartment._

    +Don J.+ I hope you overheard us?

    +Don F.+ All distinctly,
    And with surprising joy at his mistake.
    Did ever bloodhound, in a hot pursuit,
    Run on so readily upon the change?

    +Don J.+ I hope it bodes good fortune in the rest.

    +Don F.+ Were e'er two friends engag'd in an adventure
    So intricate as we, and so capricious?

    +Don J.+ Sure, never in this world: methinks it merits
    A special recapitulation.
    You, at the height of all your happiness,
    Supplanted with your mistress by a rival
    You neither knew nor dreamt of, evidence
    Anticipating jealousy.

    +Don F.+ And when that rival, fallen by my sword
    In her own presence, is by miracle
    Revived, and fitter to serve her than I,
    That faithless mistress with the same assurance
    She could have done, had she been true as fair,
    And for my sake expos'd to fatal hazards,
    Flies to my arms for her protection.

    +Don J.+ And whilst that you, refining point of honour,
    In spite of rage expose yourself to serve her,
    She asks and takes, with a vow'd indignation
    To be beholden t' ye, new obligations.

    +Don F.+ I have recourse unto my only friend,
    To help me in protecting my false mistress,
    And he, at the same time, by highest powers [is]
    Impos'd upon to be her persecutor.

    +Don J.+ Whilst the same friend, and by the selfsame pow'rs,
    Is urg'd to act in their revenge against
    The man, on whom you most desire to take it:
    And then, to heighten all beyond invention,
    That very friend is forc'd, even in that instant,
    To a dependence on your only aid,
    In his honour's nearest and most nice concerns.

    +Don F.+ Heaven, sure, delights t' involve us in a kind
    Of labyrinth will pose itself t' unwind.   