Enter Don Octavio, Diego, Flora, at another door.
Don O. What! put in all alone here i' th' dark,
[Groping as in the dark.
And the door shut upon me! Diego! Flora!
Diego. Here am I, sir, and Mistress Flora too,
Unless my sense of feeling fails me.
Don O. I can't conjecture where we are. I durst not
So much as peep out of the chair since Flora
Gave me the warning; but, where'er I am,
'Tis better far than in the sergeants' hands.
Flo. Though now i' th' dark, I know well where we are.
I have too often walk'd the streets, Octavio,
From your house hither, upon Cupid's errands,
Not to know the back-door of Carlos his
Apartment: 'tis there, I'm sure, w' are now.
Don O. Curse on thee, Flora! hadst thou lost thy wits,
Not to let me know it sooner?
Diego. A gipsy told me by my palm, long since,
A sour-fac'd damsel should be my undoing.
Flo. Suspend awhile your apprehensions, sir;
You may escape before the candles come.
The door was wont to open on this side;
If not, I have another way in store. [Octavio goes to the door.