+Jago.+ Pray, sir, give me leave to ask you one question: What manner of women have they in that country? +Ern.+ The gentleman-usher, upon my life! [_Aside._ Pray excuse me, sir: we gentlemen-soldiers Value ourselves upon our civility To that soft sex; and in good faith they are The softest of that sex I ever met with. +Jago.+ Does any of our Spaniards ever marry With'em? +Ern.+ Yes, some lean families, that have a mind To lard their progeny. +Sil.+ What, a' God's name, could come into the heads Of this people to make them rebel? +Ern.+ Why, religion; that came into their heads A' God's name. +Ger.+ But what a devil made the noblemen Rebel? they never mind religion. +Ern.+ Why, that which made the devil himself rebel-- Ambition. +Sil.+ This is a pleasant fellow. [_Aside._ I find you gentlemen-soldiers want no wit. +Ern.+ When we're well paid, sir, but that's so seldom, I find that gentleman wants wit that is A soldier. Your company's very good, But I have business which requires despatch. +Ped.+ Will you not mend your draught before you go? +Ern.+ I thank you, sir, I have done very well. +All.+ Your servant, your servant, &c. [_Exeunt._ _Enter +Camilla+, +Porcia+, +Flora+._ +Por.+ Was e'er disaster like to mine, Camilla? +Cam.+ Was e'er misfortune, Porcia, like to mine? +Por.+ That I must never see Octavio more? +Cam.+ That I again must Don Antonio see, Yet never see him mine? +Por.+ I, to be married to the man I hate! +Cam.+ And I, to have the man I love torn from me! +Por.+ I am, by robbing of my friend, undone! +Cam.+ I, for not hind'ring of the theft, am lost! +Por.+ Ye powers, who these entangled fortunes give, Instruct us how to die or[50] I how to live. [_She weeps._ +Cam.+ Cousin, when we should act, then to complain Is childishly to beat the air in vain. These descants on our griefs only perplex; Let's seek the remedy. You know, our sex This honour bears from men, in exigents Of love never to want expedients. +Por.+ You have awaken'd me, give me your veil: [_+Porcia+ takes off +Camilla's+ veil, and puts it on herself._ Quickly, dear cousin, quickly; and you, Flora, Run presently, and see whether my brother Be settled to despatch Antonio's man. [_Exit +Flora+._ +Cam.+ What mean you, Porcia?