I have set those will watch my brother's coming. +Don A.+ Madam, I am not Octavio. +Por.+ Not Octavio! who are you then, and who's That shadow there? +Don H.+ I can hold no longer. [_Aside._] I'm thy destiny, [_Draws his sword._ Vile woman, and his mortal enemy. +Don A.+ Ha, my mortal enemy? +Don H.+ Yes, villain. Whoe'er them art, thou shalt pay This treachery with thy life. +Don A.+ Vain man! whoe'er thou art, know [that] the life Thou threaten'st is guarded by a trusty sword. [_+Don Carlos+ draws, and they all enter the garden fighting._ +Don H.+ Make fast the door. [_To +Don Carlos+._ Thou art some desperate villain hir'd to murder. [_+Octavio+ and +Diego+ come to the door._ +Don A.+ Hir'd by friendship, and honour's my salary. [_In the garden._ +Don O.+ That's Antonio's voice within the garden: [_Runs to the door and finds it shut._ What, the door shut! my friend engaged, and I Excluded! cursed fate! this tree may help me To climb o'er; if not, I'll fly t' him. [_He climbs up._ +Diego.+ You may do so; your sprightly love has wings, And's ever fledg'd;[63] 'tis moulting-time with mine: Yet I'll up too; the hazard's not in climbing. [_+Diego+ climbs the tree._ Here I will sit, and out of danger's reach Expect the issue. _Scene changes to a garden, out of which they issue fighting._ +Don O.+ Courage, brave friend; you have Octavio by you. +Don A.+ So seconded, a coward would grow firm. +Don H.+ What, is there more of your crew? then 'tis time To call for help. Ho! Silvio, Geraldo, Pedro! come forth, and bring out torches with you. _Enter +Silvio+, with his sword drawn._ +Sil.+ Here am I, sir, my camarades[64] will follow [_They fight._ As soon as they have lighted their torches. +Don A.+ How I despise these slaves, Octavio, Having you by me! +Diego.+ Their swords do clatter bravely in the dark. [_In the tree._ +Sil.+ I'm slain. [_+Silvio+ falls. +Don Henrique+, stepping back, falls over +Silvio+, and loses his sword, and Carlos runs in to him._ +Don C.+ What,[65] are you hurt? +Don H.+ No, I fell by chance; help me to find my sword. +Don O.+ What, do you give back? you do well to take breath, Whilst you have any left; 'twill not be long, Now that the rising moon lends us some light. [_The rising moon appears behind the scene. +Porcia+ runs out to +Octavio+._