Don H. What is't I hear? sure, 'tis Porcia's voice.
Por. What mean you to stand there? come in, I say.
Don H. Hell and furies! [He goes to draw his sword.
Don C. Be patient, sir, and you will make a clearer
Discovery of your affront.
Por. You may come in securely, Octavio. [Setting open the door.
I have set those will watch my brother's coming.
Don A. Madam, I am not Octavio.
Por. Not Octavio! who are you then, and who's
That shadow there?
Don H. I can hold no longer. [Aside.] I'm thy destiny,
[Draws his sword.
Vile woman, and his mortal enemy.