Cam. And you, Don Henrique, know that Don Octavio
Has always been your sister's faithful lover,
And only feign'd a gallantry to me
To hide his real passion for my cousin
From your discerning eyes.
Don A. Generous Octavio!
Don O. Brave Antonio! how happy are we both. [They embrace.
Both in our loves and friendships!
Don A. Ah, how the memory of our crosses pass'd
Heightens our joys when we succeed at last!
Don O. Our pleasures in this world are always mix'd:
'Tis in the next where all our joys are fix'd.
[Camilla takes Don Antonio by the hand, and leads him to Don Carlos.
Cam. This, my dear brother, is that brave commander
To whom you owe your life and liberty;
And I much more—the safety of my honour.
Don C. Is this that gallant leader who redeem'd us
With so much valour from the enemy?
Cam. The very same.
Don C. Why did you not acquaint me with it sooner?
'Twas ill done, Camilla.