Quickly, dear cousin, quickly; and you, Flora,
Run presently, and see whether my brother
Be settled to despatch Antonio's man. [Exit Flora.
Cam. What mean you, Porcia?
Por. If once my brother be set down to write,
I may securely reckon one hour mine;
For he is so extravagantly jealous,
That he distrusts the sense of his own words,
And will weigh a subscription to a scruple,
Lest he should wrong his family by his style:
Therefore, I'll serve myself of[51] this occasion
To see Octavio, and to let him know
That all our hopes are ready to expire,
Unless he finds some prompt expedient
For our relief.
Cam. Pray, how and where d' you hope to speak with him?
Por. At his own house, where he lies yet conceal'd:
'Tis not far off, and I will venture thither.
Cam. D' you know the way?
Por. Not very well; but Flora's a good guide.
Enter Flora hastily.
Flo. O madam! he's coming already.
Por. Ah, spiteful destiny! Come, let's retire
Into my chamber, cousin. [Exeunt Porcia and Camilla.