Don A. True, madam, as to her reception here;
But yet 'twere very fit he knew it too,
That we might serve ourselves of his advice
And credit for this lady's service.
Enter Don Henrique.
Don H. Though I did promise the corregidor
Not to stir from his house till his return,
Yet I could not obtain it of myself; [Aside.
I'm so impatient to unfold the riddle
Of Don Antonio's seeing of my sister,
And entertaining her in her own lodgings.
I shall not now be long i' th' dark. O heavens! [He sees her.
'Tis she herself, and Camilla with her.
Were all my servants mad, or all agreed
T' abuse me in affirming she was fled?
But Don Carlos, was he mad too to swear
That he had trac'd her to another house?
Certainly I or they must be possess'd,
Or some enchantment reigns within these walls.
Don A. O, here comes Don Henrique: now I'll acquaint him
With your sad story, madam.
Cam. I fear we are undone.
Don A. Don Henrique!
Por. I'm dead if he proceed, but how to hinder him——
Don A. Here's a lady with your sister Porcia——
Don H. Yes, sir, I see who 'tis.
Don A. Since you know her, sir, you will the easier
Excuse my boldness.