Clara:

Something in private.

Juan de Castro:

Step aside: I'll serve thee.
[Ex. _Juan_, and _Clara_.

Michael Perez:

Prithee let me see thy face.

Estifania:

Sir, you must pardon me,
Women of our sort, that maintain fair memories,
And keep suspect off from their Chastities,
Had need wear thicker Vails.

Michael Perez:

I am no blaster of a Ladies Beauty,
Nor bold intruder on her special favours,
I know how tender Reputation is,
And with what guards it ought to be preserv'd, Lady,
You may to me.

Estifania: