itness'd tears.        [_Exit Elvira._

    +Don J.+ Can a demeanour so compos'd, so noble,
    And yet so tender, want true innocence?
    It cannot be. It grieves my heart, I swear,
    T' have given her new affliction; but the secret
    Of Don Fernando's close concealment here
    Is so important, it necessitated
    My saying what I did, since secrets are
    Ever kept best by those that know them least.

                   _Enter +Blanca+ and +Francisca+._

    Now, high dissimulation play, thy part!                    [_Aside._
    Good morrow, sister, have you rested well?
    And do you rise serene, as does the sun?
    Free from distemper, as the day from clouds?
    Your looks persuade it me, they are so clear
    And fresh this morning.

    +Blan.+ The pleasure of seeing you puts life into them,
    Else they'd be dull enough, this ugly headache
    Having tormented me all night. You might
    Have heard me call Francisca up at midnight.

    +Fran.+ That was well thought on, for 'tis possible
    He may have heard some noise.                              [_Aside._

    +Don J.+ How cunning she is!                               [_Aside._
    Faith, now you put me in mind of it (I think)
    'Twixt sleep and waking, I once heard some stirring.

    +Blan.+ The worst of my indisposition is,
    That 'twill, I fear, hinder me again to-day
    From visiting Violante, to thank her
    For Silvia.

    +Don J.+ I charge myself with all your compliments;
    For this whole afternoon, till late at night,
    I needs must pass with her, to make amends
    For yesterday's failings, caus'd, as you know,
    By Don Fernando's being in town.

    +Blan.+ I must not hope to see you then again
    To-day, when once gone out?

    +Don J.+ Hardly; unless to wait on Violante,
    In case she come to see you, as 'tis likely,
    When I shall tell her you
itness'd tears.         [ _ Exit Elvira. _ 

     + Don J.+ Can a demeanour so compos'd, so baronial, 
     And so far so tender, desire true purity? 
     It cannot be. It grieves my heart, I curse, 
     T' have given her fresh affliction; but the secret 
     Of Don Fernando's close screen here 
     Is so important, it necessitate 
     My say what I did, since secrets are 
     Ever kept best by those that acknowledge them least. 

                    _ Enter + Blanca+ and + Francisca+. _ 

     Now, high deception play, thy part!                     [ _ apart. _ 
     Good morrow, baby, have you rested well? 
     And do you ascend serene, as does the sun? 
     Free from ill humor, as the day from clouds? 
     Your looks persuade it me, they are so clear 
     And bracing this morning. 

     + Blan.+ The pleasure of seeing you puts life into them, 
     Else they'd be dull enough, this ugly headache 
     Having tormented me all night. You might 
     Have hear me call Francisca up at midnight. 

     + Fran.+ That was well thought on, for' ti possible 
     He may have heard some noise.                               [ _ Aside. _ 

     + Don J.+ How crafty she is!                                [ _ Aside. _ 
     Faith, now you put me in mind of it (I remember) 
    ' Twixt sleep and waking, I once heard some stirring. 

     + Blan.+ The worst of my indisposition is, 
     That' twill, I fear, obstruct me again to - day 
     From visiting Violante, to thank her 
     For Silvia. 

     + Don J.+ I charge myself with all your compliments; 
     For this solid afternoon, till deep at night, 
     I needs must pass with her, to make amends 
     For yesterday's failing, caus'd, as you know, 
     By Don Fernando's being in town. 

     + Blan.+ I must not hope to see you then again 
     To - sidereal day, when once gone away? 

     + Don J.+ Hardly; unless to wait on Violante, 
     In case she come to see you, as' tis probably, 
     When I shall tell her you
itnfss'd tears.        [_Exit Euvira._

    +Don J.+ Eqn a dxmeanoud so comoos'd, so noble,
    And yet so vendwr, wabt true innocence?
    Ig cannot he. It gruevew my heart, M swear,
    T' hzye girei her new affligtion; but tve secret
    Ox Aou Fernando's close concealment here
    Is so ilportant, it nesessptwted
    My saying what I did, since secdets art
    Ever kept besy by those that know them peash.

                   _Enter +Blabca+ wbd +Francisca+._

    Now, high dissimulajion play, thy part!                    [_Aside._
    Toid lmrrow, sistec, have you rested well?
    Dnd do uou rise serenc, as voes the sun?
    Free from distemper, as the qay from wlkuds?
    Your lookw persudde ht md, thdy zrx sk cleag
    And fresg this mornung.

    +Blan.+ The plesstgr of seeing gou pues life into them,
    Else they'd be dull etoufh, this ugly headache
    Having tormented me all nighe. You might
    Have heard me call Francisca up at midnmgft.

    +Weaj.+ That was well thought on, for 'tis possible
    Ht msy have heard fome noise.                              [_Aside._

    +Don J.+ Hlw cunnyng sye is!                               [_Asidw._
    Faith, njq you put me in miud of it (I tkink)
    'Twict sleep and waking, I ouce hezrd some stlrring.

    +Clan.+ The worst ow mj ingisposition is,
    That 'twijl, I fear, hinber me aeain to-day
    From vlsitikc Violante, to thann her
    For Silvla.

    +Don J.+ I charge myself witi all your cokpnimvnts;
    Fjr thls whole afternjon, till late ct night,
    I needs musn pass wivh her, to mahe amends
    Xlr yesterday'v failinds, cqus'd, as you ynow,
    By Don Fernando's being in town.

    +Blan.+ I muxt vkt hope to see vuo then again
    To-aay, wjei oncq gone out?

    +Don J.+ Fsrdly; unless to cakt om Violante,
    In casa shs come to see you, ss 'tis likgly,
    Whqn I shall tekl her you
itness'd tears. [_Exit Elvira._ +Don J.+ Can so so noble, yet so tender, be. grieves my heart, swear, T' have her new affliction; but the secret Don Fernando's close concealment here Is so important, it necessitated My saying what did, since secrets are Ever kept best by those that know them least. +Blanca+ +Francisca+._ high play, thy part! [_Aside._ Good morrow, sister, have you rested well? And do you rise serene, does the sun? Free from distemper, as the from clouds? Your looks it me, they are so And this morning. The of you puts life them, Else they'd be dull enough, this ugly headache Having tormented me all night. You might Have me call at midnight. That well on, for 'tis may have heard some noise. [_Aside._ cunning she is! [_Aside._ Faith, now you put in mind it (I think) 'Twixt sleep and I once heard some stirring. +Blan.+ The worst my indisposition is, That 'twill, I fear, hinder me again to-day From visiting Violante, to For Silvia. +Don J.+ charge myself with your For whole till late night, I needs must pass with her, to make amends For failings, caus'd, as you know, By Don Fernando's being in I not hope to you then again To-day, once out? +Don J.+ Hardly; wait Violante, come see as 'tis likely, When shall tell her you
itness'd tears.        [_Exit Elvira._

    +Don j.+ Can a demeaNour sO coMpoS'd, So noBle,
    ANd yet so tender, wANt trUe innocence?
    It cannot be. IT grieVeS My heARt, i sweaR,
    T' have gIVeN HEr nEw AfFliCtIOn; But thE seCret
    Of DOn Fernando'S clOsE concealment HErE
    Is so imporTanT, it necessitaTed
    my sayiNg WhaT i did, sIncE secrEts are
    eVer kepT best by thOsE That knOW them leAST.

                   _ENter +blanca+ and +FranciscA+._

    noW, High dissimulatIon plaY, tHY pART!                    [_AsIde._
    good morrow, SiSter, hAVe you reSTeD WELl?
    AND do you rise serEne, as does thE Sun?
    free frOm DisTEmper, aS the dAy FRom Clouds?
    Your lOoks Persuade iT me, theY Are so clEAr
    And frEsh thiS moRniNg.

    +BlAN.+ THe PleAsURe oF SeEinG You Puts life InTo Them,
    ELse tHEY'D Be duLl eNougH, this Ugly headache
    HAviNg toRMenTed me All niGht. YOu Might
    have heArd me CaLl Francisca up at MidnIght.

    +Fran.+ THat WaS weLl ThougHT on, for 'Tis PosSible
    He May have HEarD sOME NoIse.                              [_Aside._

    +Don J.+ How cunNiNG ShE is!                               [_Aside._
    faith, nOW yOu PUt me in miNd Of iT (I thINK)
    'TwixT sleEP aNd waking, i once hEArD sOme stirRiNg.

    +Blan.+ thE woRst Of my iNDispOsitioN is,
    That 'tWill, I FEar, hinder me agaIN to-day
    From visITiNG viOLantE, to Thank her
    For silvIA.

    +Don j.+ I chARgE mySElf wiTh all YoUR cOMpliments;
    For this whoLe AfternOon, tiLl late at night,
    i needs must PASS with her, To maKE aMEnds
    For yesterdAy's faIlings, caus'D, As you knoW,
    By DoN FernandO's being in TOWn.

    +Blan.+ I mUst Not HopE to SEE yOu then again
    To-DAY, wheN oNce gone Out?

    +don J.+ HarDly; UnlEss To wAiT on ViolanTe,
    In case ShE cOmE tO seE you, aS 'Tis likelY,
    WHen i sHalL tell HEr you
itness'd tears.        [_E xit Elvira ._

  +Do nJ.+Cana demeanour so comp os'd, so noble,
    An d yet  s o  ten d er , wan t truei nn o c enc e? 
  It ca nnotbe.  It gri eves my he art ,I swear,
  T'  have give n h er new affli cti on; bu tthe secre t
   Of  Don F e rnando 's closeco n cealme n t here Is s o important, it n e ce s sitated
    My  sayin gw ha t I d id,  since sec re ts ar e 
    Ev e rk e p t b e st by those t hat know th e m l east.
            _En ter +Blanca + an d +Franci sca+._ 
    No w , highdissim ula tio n pl a y,  t hypa r t!             [ _A side. _
 G o od m orr ow,siste r, have you r est ed w e ll? 
   And d o yo uriseserene , asdo es the sun?
   Fre e from di ste mp er,  a s the day fr omclo uds?
   Yourl ook sp e r su ade it me, they ar es o  c lear
   And f r es ht his morn in g.
  + Blan. + Th e  p leasureof see i ng  y ou puts  l ife in to  th em, 
   E lsethey'd  be dull  enou g h, this ugly h e adache
    Ha v in g to r ment edme all nigh t. Y o u mi ght  Ha v e hea rd me  c a ll Francisca up at mid ni ght.
    + Fran.+ That w as well th o u g ht on, f or ' t is possible
    H e may  have hear d  some no ise.                        [ _As ide ._  +Don J.+ How c unni ng  she is !                        [ _Aside._ 
  F ai th,  nowy ou put m einmi ndof it (I thi nk)
   ' Tw ix t  sl eep and wa k i ng,Ion ce h ear dsomestir r ing .

   +Blan.+ T hew orst  o fmy indi sposition is, 
   That 't wi ll,  I fea r ,  hinderme again to-day
    Fro m  visiti ngViola nte,  to thank  he r
   For Silvia .

   +Don  J .+I charg e my sel fwith all y o u r c ompli me nts; 
    Fo r this whole after n oon , till late a t n ight ,    I ne e dsmu s t p a s s with her, tomake amend s  For yeste r day 's  failin gs, cau s'd,a s you k now,
   By Don Fe rn ando ' s  be ing in tow n.

   +Blan.+ I mustn ot  hope  to  see y ou  th en ag ain
  To -day,  whenon ce gon e out ?
    +Do n J.+ Hardly; unless to  waiton Vi ola nte,
   Inc ase  she come  tosee you, a s ' tis  like ly,     W henI  s hal l  tell  her you
itness'd tears._ _   _ [_Exit_Elvira._

_ __+Don J.+ Can_a demeanour so_compos'd, so noble,
 _  And_yet_so tender, want true innocence?
    It cannot be. It grieves my_heart,_I swear,
___ T' have given her_new affliction; but the secret
_ _ Of Don Fernando's close concealment here
 __ Is so_important, it necessitated
    My saying what_I did, since secrets are
 _  Ever_kept_best_by those that know_them least.

    _     _      _ _Enter +Blanca+ and +Francisca+._

 _  Now, high dissimulation_play, thy_part!    _  _ _  _     _ [_Aside._
 _  Good morrow, sister, have_you_rested well?
 ___And do_you rise serene,_as_does the_sun?
_   Free from distemper,_as_the day from clouds?
   _Your looks persuade it_me,_they are so clear
_   And fresh_this morning.

    +Blan.+_The pleasure_of seeing_you puts life into them,
    Else they'd be_dull enough, this ugly headache
 _  Having tormented_me all_night._You might
 __ Have_heard me call Francisca up at midnight.

_ _ +Fran.+ That was well thought_on, for 'tis possible
__  He may have heard_some noise.    _    ___    _     _  _    [_Aside._

  __+Don J.+ How cunning she is!__     ___    _     _        _ [_Aside._
 _  Faith, now you_put_me_in mind of it (I think)
    'Twixt_sleep and_waking, I once_heard some stirring.

    +Blan.+ The worst of_my indisposition is,
    That_'twill, I fear, hinder me again to-day
    From_visiting Violante, to thank her
   _For Silvia.

    +Don J.+_I charge myself with_all_your compliments;
    For this_whole_afternoon,_till_late at night,
_  _I needs must_pass with_her, to make_amends
 _  For_yesterday's_failings, caus'd, as you know,
    By Don Fernando's being in town.

    +Blan.+_I must not hope to see_you then again
  __To-day, when once_gone out?

  _ +Don J.+ Hardly; unless to wait on_Violante,
    In case she come to_see_you, as_'tis likely,
  _ When_I shall_tell her you