Flo. O Diego! must we be prisoners together?
Diego. Why, that's not so bad as the bands of wedlock, Flora.
Cor. Come, let's away; but whither to convey her?
To her own house certainly were not fit,
Because of her incensed brother.
Don C. If you approve on't, cousin, I'll carry her
To mine; for since we seek (if possible)
To compose the business, she will be there
With much more decency and satisfaction,
Being in a kinsman's house, and where she'll have
My sister to accompany her.
Cor. This business cannot be in better hands
Than yours; and there I'll leave it, and bid you
Good night.
Don C. Your servant, cousin; I wish you well at home.
You may be pleas'd to take your sergeants with you;
[As the Corregidor goes out—
There are without two servants of Don Henrique's,
They'll be enough to guard our prisoners,
And with less notice.
Cor. Come, sergeants, follow me.
Don C. Well, ye may go about your business, friends.