Don C. Hold, friend. Cousin, if it should be Porcia,
[Turning to the Corregidore.
It were not fit to expose her here.
Cor. 'Tis very well consider'd. Go you to her.
And speak to her in private. [Don Carlos goes towards Flora.
Flo. 'Tis I, sir, Flora who, being commanded
By my lady——
Don C. Speak softly, prythee, Flora, 'tis enough;
I understand the rest, and pity her:
Bid her sit still i' th' chair, I'll do my best
To save her from dishonour.
Flo. He thinks 'tis Porcia there; a good mistake;
It may secure Octavio from the hands
Of this rude rabble. [Aside.
They take you for my mistress, sir; sit still,
[To Don Octavio in the chair.
I'll follow the chair, and watch all occasions
To further your escape.
Don C. We have found our wand'ring nymph, sir.