Por. I must resolve, but know not what to choose.
Cam. Cousin, take heed, I am afraid you venture
Too much: your brother cannot tarry long,
And if at his return he finds you missing——
Por. Y' have reason; th' opportunity is lost.
What is't o'clock, Flora?
Flo. I think, near seven, for the clock struck six
Just as Camilla enter'd the chamber.
Por. Quick then, Flora, fetch your veil; you shall carry
My tablets to Octavio; there he'll find
The hour and place where I would have him meet. [Exit Flora.
Cam. 'Tis well resolv'd; but where do you design
Your meeting.
Por. In the remotest part of all the garden,
Which answers, as you know, to my apartment;
And Flora has the key of the back-door.
Cam. As the case stands, you choose the fittest place.
[Flora returns veiled.
Por. Cousin, I beg your patience whilst I write.