Por. That I must never see Octavio more?
Cam. That I again must Don Antonio see,
Yet never see him mine?
Por. I, to be married to the man I hate!
Cam. And I, to have the man I love torn from me!
Por. I am, by robbing of my friend, undone!
Cam. I, for not hind'ring of the theft, am lost!
Por. Ye powers, who these entangled fortunes give,
Instruct us how to die or[50] I how to live. [She weeps.
Cam. Cousin, when we should act, then to complain
Is childishly to beat the air in vain.
These descants on our griefs only perplex;
Let's seek the remedy. You know, our sex
This honour bears from men, in exigents
Of love never to want expedients.
Por. You have awaken'd me, give me your veil:
[Porcia takes off Camilla's veil, and puts it on herself.