Enter Antonio, Octavio, and Diego, with their cloaks over their faces, and their swords undrawn in their hands.
Don A. Is it not something early for adventures
Of this nature.
Don O. 'Tis the hour she appointed.
Don A. How dark 'tis grown o' th' sudden! there's not one
Star appears in all the firmament.
Diego. So much the better; for when I must fight,
I covet no spectators of my prowess. [Aside.
Don O. Stay you here, Antonio; I'll step before,
and give the sign. When you hear the door open,
then come on, and follow me in.
Enter at the other side of the stage Don Henrique and Don Carlos.
Don H. The corregidor's is a sweet place.
Don C. The walks and fountains so entice me, I still
Weary myself before I can retire.
Don H. Indeed we have stay'd longer than we thought,
And therefore let's go home the shorter way:
The back-door of my garden's here at hand.