Enter Don Carlos, as Don Henrique is going into Porcia's chamber.
Don C. Ho! Don Henrique! come away, all's prepar'd.
Our kinsman the corregidor is ready
With a strong band of serjeants, and stays for you.
Don H. Speak softly, Don Antonio is arriv'd,
And some of his may overhear us.
Don C. That's very unlucky; but does he know
Your sister's missing?
Don H. I think not yet.
Don C. Come, let's away; we have no time to lose.
Don H. Pray, stay awhile. I labour with a doubt
Will burst me, if not clear'd before I go.
Don C. What, cousin, will you lose an opportunity
Never to be recover'd? Are you mad?
Will you permit the villains to escape,
And laugh at us for ever? Come away. [He pulls him.
Don H. Well, I must go, and let him make it out;
The worst estate of human life is doubt. [Exeunt.