Diego. Their swords do clatter bravely in the dark. [In the tree.
Sil. I'm slain.
[Silvio falls. Don Henrique, stepping back, falls over Silvio, and loses his sword, and Carlos runs in to him.
Don C. What,[65] are you hurt?
Don H. No, I fell by chance; help me to find my sword.
Don O. What, do you give back? you do well to take breath,
Whilst you have any left; 'twill not be long,
Now that the rising moon lends us some light.
[The rising moon appears behind the scene. Porcia runs out to Octavio.
Por. O Octavio, let not this moment slip
To free me from my cruel brother's fury,
Or never hope to see me any more
Amongst the living. [Octavio leads her away by the arm.
Don O. Ah, noble maid! he that is once possess'd
Of such a treasure, and defends it not,
Let him live wretched, and detested die.
Where's my brave friend?
Don A. You have me by your side: lead off your mistress;
I'll secure your retreat.