Don H. But how then could Octavio come hither?
Don C. Nay, that heaven knows, you heard as well as I
Your man's relation.
Don H. Ah, thou vile woman, that I could destroy
Thy memory with thy life!
[He offers to run at Porcia: Don Antonio interposes.
Don A. Hold, sir, that must not be!
Don H. What, may not I do justice upon her
Neither?
Don A. No, sir: although I have not yet the honour
To know who this lady is, I have this night
Engag'd myself both to secure and serve her.
Don C. He knows not Porcia. Who was i' the right,
Don Henrique, you or I?
Don H. He not know Porcia! why, 'tis not an hour
Since I saw him entertaining her at home,
Sure w' are enchanted, and all we see's illusion.
Cam. Allow me, Henrique, to unspell these charms.
Who is't, Octavio, you pretend to? speak.