[Seeing Octavio, she starts.
Octavio here! [Octavio hearing them, starts up.
Don O. Porcia in this place! may I trust my senses,
Or does my fancy form these chimeras?
Diego. Either we sleep, and dream extravagantly,
Or else the fairies govern in this house.
[Flora runs to Porcia.
Flo. Ah, dearest mistress! you shall never make me
Quit you so again.
Por. But can that be Octavio?
Don O. I was Octavio; but I am at present
So much astonish'd, I am not myself.
Cam. What can the meaning of this vision be?
[Don Octavio approaches Porcia.