[Exeunt.

  Enter Caelia_ and Eugenia._

Cael. Blame not my Husband, Sister, ’twas my fault,
I strove ’gainst Reason to oppose his Will. 
Had I forborn my importunity,
’Tis ten to one he had not been so wilful;
Husband’s prerogatives are absolute,
Their wills we must obey, and not dispute.

Eug. I beg his Pardon, if I think amiss,
But I believe there’s some design in this;
His Eyes shew’d more of Anger then could be
A bare concern for’s Friend’s Infirmity.

Cael. I will no censure on his Actions lay, My Duty is for their success to pray.

  Enter Don Gerardo_._

Ger. Your Servant, Ladies, where is Don Antonio?

Cael. Why, at Don Johns, my Lord, do not you know it?

Ger. Then he is not come back, as I had thought.

Cael. My Lord, why thought you so?

Ger. Madam, I did not know but that he might,
Since ’tis not five hours bus’ness to Ride thither,
And to return again; but, Madam, pray
How came the Lord Francisco to be here? 
I think he does not use it.

Eug. Francisco!  O my fears!

Cael. No sure, my Lord, he ne’re came within these doors Since my good Father dy’d.

Ger. Sure I’m mistaken, Madam, if I did not Meet him just now as he came forth this Room:  And more, he shak’d his head in Anger at me.

Cael. I’m sure, my Lord, you’re mistaken much, For you’re the first that enter’d here but us.

Ger. It may be I’m mistaken.

Cael. Yes, sure, my Lord, you are.

Ger. Madam, if your Commands [To Eugenia. 
Extend to any thing within my pow’r, pray name it,
I shall be proud to serve you; else I’m gone,
For I have certain bus’ness does require it.

Eug. The greatest Service you can do to me, Is to be careful of your self, my Lord.

Ger. This kindness doth oblige me, pardon my haste,
Good Night, and Rest unto your Ladyships.
    [Exit.

Cael. Good Night, my Lord; Flora is so possest her Dream is true, She dare not venture in that Room again.

Eug. She is not such a Fool, sure.

Cael. Well, Sister, I am not well, and will to Bed; The Nurse will wait on you, I’le send her to you.  Come, Flora, go with me.

    [Ex. Cael. and Flora.

Eug. Madam, good Rest unto you. 
This I can wish to her, whilst I must want it: 
Gerardo sure has some Intelligence
Of Don Francisco’s coming to me;
Or else why Nam’d he him, for well he knows
He never us’d to make a Visit here: 
Well, if he does, I cannot help it now. 
The time draws nigh,
That I must meet Francisco!  Oh, that word