Don C. But how could he get in, if you be sure
You lock'd the door when you went out for lights?
Ped. I know not whether he was there before,
Or got in after; but of this I'm sure,
That there I have him now, and safe enough.
Don H. Let's not, Don Carlos, now perplex ourselves
With needless circumstances, when and how;
Those queries are too phlegmatic for me:
If the beast be i' th' toil, it is enough;
Let us go seize him, for he must die.
Enter Don Antonio.
Don A. Pray, brother, what unhappy man is he
Whom you so positively doom to death?
I have a sword to serve you on all occasions
Worthy of you and me.
Don H. His intervening, Carlos, is unlucky.
How shall we behave ourselves towards him
In this business, so unfit for his knowledge?
Don C. Cousin, you should consider with yourself
[Carlos draws Henrique aside.
What answer to return him: he's not a man
To be put off with any slight pretences;
Nor yet to be engag'd in such an action
As bears th' appearance rather of brutality
Than true honour. You know Antonio needs
No fresh occasions to support his name.
Who danger seek, are indigent of fame.
Don H. I beg your patience, sir, but for one word
With this gentleman my friend.