Diego. That, doubtless, is my master who, victorious,
[In the tree, pointing to those who are going off.
Is bravely marching off with his fair prize:
I'll down and follow.
Don C. But whilst I was engag'd to succour you,
[Having helped up Don Henrique.
Our enemies, I fear, are got away:
I heard the door open, and see none here:
Although the night's much brighter than it was.
I'll follow, and trace the villains, if I can,
To their dens: meanwhile take care of your sister:
And pray, till my return, be moderate.
Don H. How! moderation in this case?—what, ho!
Geraldo, Pedro! Ah, ye cursed rogues!
Enter Servants with torches.
Durst ye not show your heads till they were gone?
Geraldo, light me in, whilst Pedro looks
To his hurt companion. Ah, Porcia, Porcia!
[Exeunt Don Henrique and Geraldo: Pedro carries out Silvio fainting with his hurts.