Cam. Peace; let us hide ourselves behind the door
[They go behind the door.
Till we discover his intentions.
Enter Don Henrique and Geraldo with a torch, and Pedro with a light: Don Henrique and Geraldo, their swords drawn.
Ped. Sir, I have search'd all the rooms of the house,
And cannot find her.
Don H. Base, infamous woman! maybe, she's fled
To the quarter order'd for Antonio.
Ped. That door is lock'd, and's servant has the key.
Don H. Ah, this cursed vagabond! thus to rob [He stamps.
A brother of the fruits of all his care,
And cast this stain on th' honour of our house!
But if ever I get the fugitive
Within my reach, I'll sacrifice her blood
To the offended spirits of my ancestors.
Flo. Madam, d' you hear?
Cam. Yes, and tremble, Flora.