Cor. Was it Porcia?
Don C. No, sir, 'twas her waiting-woman, Flora, following the chair, wherein they were conveying her lady to some other place.
Cor. We arriv'd luckily: had we but stay'd a moment longer, they had all been fled.
Ser. Will you have us see, sir, who's i' th' chair?
Cor. Forbear, fellow!
Her own folly is punishment enough [To Don Carlos.
T' a woman of her quality, without
Our adding that of public shame.
Don C. 'Twas happily thought on, when you oblig'd
Don Henrique to expect us at your house;
For had he come and found his sister here,
'T had been impossible to have restrain'd
His passion from some great extravagance.
Cor. I could not think it fit to let him come;
For one of such a spirit would ne'er brook
The sight of these had done him these affronts
And's better that a business of this nature,
Especially 'twixt persons of such quality,
Should be compos'd, if it were possible,
By th' mediation of some chosen friends,
Than brought t' a public trial of the law;
Or, which is worse, some barbarous revenge.
Don C. This fellow, if I am not much[68] mistaken,
[Looking upon Diego.
Is Don Octavio's man.