Ser. Oh, would to heaven these steps should be my last,
Leading not to my chamber, but my grave!
Por. (to Alvaro). Wait here—compose yourself—I shall be back
Directly.
[Exeunt Porcia, Serafina, and Juan.
Alv. She is married—broke her troth—
And I escape from death and slavery
To find her—but the prince!—Oh weariness!
Enter the Prince Orsino, Celio, Don Luis, and Train.
Prince. Each day, Don Luis, I become your debtor