+Flo.+ I'm confident he's abroad, and will not Suddenly return; for I heard him say He'd pass the evening at the corregidor's: And thence, you know, he seldom comes home early. _Enter +Antonio+, +Octavio+, and +Diego+, with their cloaks over their faces, and their swords undrawn in their hands._ +Don A.+ Is it not something early for adventures Of this nature. +Don O.+ 'Tis the hour she appointed. +Don A.+ How dark 'tis grown o' th' sudden! there's not one Star appears in all the firmament. +Diego.+ So much the better; for when I must fight, I covet no spectators of my prowess. [_Aside._ +Don O.+ Stay you here, Antonio; I'll step before, and give the sign. When you hear the door open, then come on, and follow me in. _Enter at the other side of the stage +Don Henrique+ and +Don Carlos+._ +Don H.+ The corregidor's is a sweet place. +Don C.+ The walks and fountains so entice me, I still Weary myself before I can retire. +Don H.+ Indeed we have stay'd longer than we thought, And therefore let's go home the shorter way: The back-door of my garden's here at hand. +Don C.+ It will be better than to go about. +Por.+ Would he were come, I fear the rising moon Will give us little time. [_Above in the balcony. +Octavio+ knocks upon the hilt of his sword._ I think I hear his usual knock. Who's there? +Don O.+ 'Tis I. +Por.+ I hope y' are not alone. +Don O.+ No; here's Diego with me, and a friend. +Por.+ 'Tis well. I'll open the door presently. +Don H.+ Come, we are now hard by the garden-gate. +Don O.+ Let's to the door; sure, she's there by this time. Be not afraid, Diego. +Diego.+ You had as good command me not to breathe. +Don O.+ Come on; what are you thinking on? +Diego.+ That I see company, or that my fear does. +Don O.+ Y' are i' th' right; let's, to avoid suspicion, Walk on at large till they are out of distance. [_The noise of a lock._ +Don C.+ I think I heard your garden door open. +Don H.+ I think so too; ha! at this time of the night? Why, what a devil can this mean? 'Tis so. +Don A.+ They have open'd this door: 'tis time for me To follow; surely Octavio is gone in. [_+Antonio+ goes towards the door._ +Por.+ What stay you for? [_Holding the door half open._ +Don H.+ What is't I hear? sure, 'tis Porcia's voice. +Por.+ What mean you to stand there? come in, I say. +Don H.+ Hell and furies! [_He goes to draw his sword._ +Don C.+ Be patient, sir, and you will make a clearer Discovery of your affront. +Por.+ You may come in securely, Octavio. [_Setting open the door._