Por. Not far behind, you see. Scarce had he taken the turn to Bellaflor, when I turn’d back.
Prince. How shall I thank you for this favour?
Por. My brother’s living here has been the reason of our not meeting before: but that is remedied for the future.
Prince. And how?
Por. He is at last reconciled to my father, and is even now gone home, to Bellaflor.
Prince. (aside). My heart thanks you but little, being away with another; but if I cannot avenge memory, I will thus try and deceive or amuse it. My lovely Porcia!
Bel. (aside). She hears every word they say!
Por. Ah, you flatter still.
Prince. Flatter!
Por. Do I not know there is a Siren at Naples—