Por. Yes, by the garden door; but I'm afraid
'Tis shut.
Cam. No, now I think on't, Flora went that way,
And left it open.
Por. Come, let's be gone: I hope heaven will ordain
Ease by that door which first let in my pain.
[Exeunt Porcia and Camilla.
Don A. I'll only make a step, sir, to my chamber,
And then return to you immediately.
Don H. Pray, sir, give me leave to wait on you.
Don A. I humbly thank you, sir; I know the way,
And shall not stay above a moment from you.
Don H. What you please, sir; you command here.
Don A. I'll now go see whether my servant Sancho
Has brought Octavio to my lodgings,
As I directed him. [Exit Don Antonio.
Don H. Heavens! was there ever so strange a mystery!
Don Carlos, he affirm'd that those we fought with
Had convey'd Porcia away; and when I come
To seek her in the house, I find her missing:
To second this, her waiting-woman Flora
Tells me that she went down, about that time,
Into the garden: Antonio, not long after,
Affirms that he both saw and entertain'd her
In her own apartment, where I now find her,
And Camilla with her. What can this be?
These, sure, are riddles to pose an Œdipus;
But if, by my own sense, I am assur'd
My honour safe, which was so much in doubt,
What matter is it how 'tis brought about?