upset.

GARC. Oh! how deeply am I wounded! But I shall see who it is, and punish
with my own hand.... But here she comes. Restrain thyself, O rage!




SCENE VIII.--DONNA ELVIRA, DON GARCIA, DON ALVAREZ.


ELV. Well, what do you want? However bold you may be, how can you hope
for pardon, after the way you have behaved? Dare you again present
yourself before me? And what can you say that will become me to hear?

GARC. That all the wickedness of this world is not to be compared to
your perfidy; that neither fate, hell, nor Heaven in its wrath ever
produced anything so wicked as you are.

[Footnote: The above words of Don Garcia are also in the _Misanthrope_,
Act iv., Scene 3 (see Vol. II).]

ELV. How is this? I expected you would excuse your outrage; but I find
you use other words.

GARC. Yes, yes, other words. You did not think that, the door being by
accident left half open, I should discover the caitiff in your arms, and
thus behold your shame, and my doom. Is it the happy lover who has
returned, or some other rival to me unknown? O Heaven! grant me
sufficient strength to bear such tortures. Now, blush, you have cause to