SCENE I.--DON CARLOS'S.

DON CARLOS _discovered writing_.

_Car._ [_Tearing paper, and rising._] It is in vain!--Language cannot furnish me with terms, to soften to Victoria the horrid transaction. Could she see the compunctions of my soul, her gentle heart would pity me. But what then?--She's ruined! my children are undone! Oh! the artifices of one base woman, and my villany to another most amiable one, have made me unfit to live. I am a wretch, who ought to be blotted from society.

_Enter_ PEDRO, _hastily_, L.

_Ped._ Sir--sir!

_Car._ Well!

_Ped._ Sir, I have just met Don Florio; he asked if my mistress was at home; so I guesses he is going to our house, and so I run to let you know--for I loves to keep my promises, though I am deadly afraid of some mischief.

_Car._ You have done well.--Go home, and wait for me at the door, and admit me without noise. [_Exit_ PEDRO, L.] At least, then, I shall have the pleasure of revenge; I'll punish that harlot, by sacrificing her paramour in her arms; and then--Oh! [_Exit_, L.