_Poet_. Nay, good sir--[_Runs off, and Exit_.
_2 Serv_. Peace, they are here.
[_Enter_ Don RODORICK, _Don_ MANUEL, JULIA, _and Company_.
_1 Serv_. My lord looks sullenly, and fain would
hide it.
_2 Serv_. Howe'er he weds Don Manuel's sister, yet
I fear he's hardly reconciled to him.
_Jul_. I tremble at it still.
_Rod_. I must confess
Your danger great; but, madam, since 'tis past,
To speak of it were to renew your fears.
My noble brother, welcome to my breast.
Some, call my sister; say, Don Manuel,
Her bridegroom, waits.
_Man_. Tell her, in both the houses
There now remains no enemy but she.
_Rod_. In the mean time let's dance; madam, I
hope You'll grace me with your hand.--
[_Enter_ LEONORA, _woman to_ ANGELINA; _takes the two men aside_.
_Leon_. O sir, my lady Angelina--
_Rod_. Why comes she not?
_Leon_. Is fallen extremely sick.
_Both_. How?
_Leon_. Nay, trouble not yourselves too much;
These fits are usual with her, and not dangerous.
_Rod_. O rarely counterfeited.
[_Aside_.
_Man_. May not I see her?
_Leon_. She does, by me, deny herself that honour.
[_As she speaks, steals a note into his hand_.
I shall return, I hope, with better news;
In the mean time she prays, you'll not disturb
The company.
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