Don H. What's that you say, Don Carlos? My sister there?
Don C. Yes, sir, your sister.
Don H. My sister? that's good, i' faith; ha, ha, ha!
Don C. Why do you laugh! Is the dishonour of
Our family becoming a laughing matter?
This is a worse extreme, methinks, than t'other.
Don H. How can I choose but laugh, to see you dream?
Awake, for heaven's sake, and recall your senses.
Porcia there, said you?
Don C. Yes, sir, Porcia, I say; your sister Porcia;
And, which is more, 'twas in Octavio's house.
Don H. Why, sure, y' are not in earnest, cousin?
Don C. As sure as y' are alive, I found her there.
Don H. Then you transport me, sir, beyond all patience.
Why, cousin, if she has been still at home,
Antonio seen and entertain'd her here,
Accompani'd by Camilla; if even now
I left them there within, is't possible
You should have found her in Octavio's house?
To be here and there too at the same time!
None, sure, but Janus with his double face
Can e'er unfold this mystery.
Don C. Let me advise you, abuse not yourself;
I tell you positive'y, I found her there:
And, by the same token, her waiting-woman
Flora was there attending her.