Ser. Yes—better—pray,
Be not uneasy for me.
Alv. (to Porcia in the rear). This is true then!
Por. Nay, nay, be not so desperate, Alvaro,
Hearing but half the story—no fault of hers—
I’ll tell you all anon. Come, Serafina,
I’ll see you to your chamber.
Pedro. She will be better soon—
Juan. Lean upon me, my love—so—so.
Alv. Oh, fury!