But come, perhaps the sea-breeze, in requital

Of bearing us away from those we love,

May yet revive you.

Luis. Well, if it must be so,

Lady, your hand. Porcia, come with us.

[Exeunt all but Alvaro.

ACT II

Scene I.—A room in Don Juan’s house at Barcelona: he is discovered painting Serafina. It gradually grows dusk.