[Porcia writes in her tablets.
Cam. You, Mistress Flora, by this accident
May chance to see your faithful lover Diego.
Flo. He is a faithful lover of himself—[53]
Without a rival, madam.
Cam. Damsel, your words and thoughts hardly agree;
For could we see his image in your heart,
'Twould be a fairer far than e'er his glass
Reflected.
Flo. Madam, I am not yet so very old,
That I should doat.
Cam. Nor yet so very young but you may love:
Dotage and love are cousin-germans, Flora.
Flo. Yes, when we love and are not lov'd again; [Smiling.
For else I think they're not so near akin.
Cam. I have touch'd a nettle, and stung myself. [Aside.
Por. Make all the haste you can, pray, Flora.
Flo. Madam, I'll fly.
Should I not play my part, I were to blame,
Since all my fortune's betted on her game. [Aside.
Madam, has Octavio the other key
Belonging to the tablets?