Don C. Then, by your argument, when people join
In making laws, because they all opine,
Laws are reasonable, and bind us all——
Don H. Curse on your sophistry, to treat a friend
With figures, that's raging in a fever!
You may as well pretend to teach a man
To sing his part, that's stretch'd upon a rack.
No, sir, I'll sooner lose this irksome life,
Than e'er consent to publish my disgrace
Before I have reveng'd it—to assist
At the funeral of my own honour! [He stamps.
Don C. What a wild creature is a choleric man! [Aside.
'Tis far from my intent; all my design
Is only how we may conceal your shame,
Till we have got these villains in our power;
Which can be brought about by no such means,
As by demanding justice against those
Who did assault your person, and have wounded
Your servant—a very plausible pretence!
Will this content you? Trust my conduct, cousin:
Is not my interest the same with yours?
Don H. Well, since it must be so, I pray, make haste.
Don C. Doubt not my diligence; by this I'll prove
Friendship has fire and wings, as well as love.
Don H. If you could fly, you'd move with too much leisure;
Ah, tedious minutes, which revenge does measure! [Exit Carlos.
Flo. Madam, y' have heard their mischievous design?
Cam. Yes, Flora, out of question Porcia's there,
And, if they find her, she is lost for e'er.
Flo. I'll try to hinder it, though I were certain
To perish in th' attempt. I'm confident
The house at present is in such confusion,
I may run thither without being miss'd.
Cam. 'Tis well thought on; in the interim, I'll retire
To Porcia's chamber. [Exeunt from behind the door.